Look out, Tacoma. This is the most important mini I've written in some time.
It's a warning.
Today, April 4, my baby sister will turn 21. Just like you did when you turned 21, this likely means she's at the threshold of a binge that'll last weeks rather than days. She'll likely fall off of a barstool. She'll likely wonder where all her money went. She may even upchuck.
That's all fine and dandy, but what worries me is you scumbags. I know how you roll, Tacoma. I know you're 28, live in your mom's basement, and go to the bar every weekend just hoping to run into a girl like my baby sister, drunk off her ass and ready to act adult.
Keep your hands off her. I know where you live.
That's all I have to say on the subject. - Matt Driscoll