I remember when I was a wee lad at the age of 4. I didn't have to go to school, I was overlord over all my action figures, and girls actually called me cute back then. But alas, those days are gone and the only thing I've retained is my cruel and harsh control over my action figures, or what's left of them. But I guess you do have certain privilages as a teenager. Being able to drive, having the ability to make a blogspot, and being able to use big words that perplex all of your peers.

Okay. Forrest out