i love the days of summer . . .

especially the ones when u have great planes, with ballin' people.
and your fuckin old junior high vice principal, not prinicipal, but VICE!
calls my mom and tells her all about an incident involving me throwing
water ballons in/at moving vehicle's!
and even though i was the one to score that water ballon
in that lucky guys sunroof. they had no proof!
so basically the fucker called to let my mom know i was involved,
and get me grounded on such a fuckin good day.

. . . i love those summer days!