------------------------------------- The name's Peter. From New Jersey. 22 years old. Absurdly sarcastic. Read much more in my "about me" by clicking on the link below. =) Side note: Many people are wondering why there are no "non-anon" questions on my blog. It's because I answer them privately so my blog doesn't get overwhelmed with questions. Side side note: I don't do promos. Side side side note: I don't reblog unless the post is something I really feel needs to be seen.
So my 9 year old brother merrily strolls in and says (in a very commanding tone): “I need a cell phone. You need to convince Mom and Dad to buy me one.”
Uh, PARDON ME? That’s a pretty ballsy statement for someone whose balls have yet to drop. Since when do 9 year olds need a cell phone? Who do they need to call, their friend on the little horsey on the opposite side of the playground? Do you know what I had when I was 9? Two dixie cups and a fucking string. And believe you me, I was fucking thrilled about it too! It was only when I was 11 that I finally got a pair of cheap walkie-talkies with a maximum range of 7 feet before the infamous “KSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” sound was heard. So to all the little kiddies out there who’d like a cell phone and are under the age of 11-12: shut your spoiled little prepubescent faces.