My sister is 17 years old. But she is keen to point out that no, I'm 17. I am 17 and 8 months. Or better yet, they are less 18 4. And if you ask " Keep a tally? But why? Watch that changes nothing," she says, " course! Well, first of all, I can go to jail (!), Then I vote (!), Then I can drive . And then the whole family in the choir responds The license that you take when you have the money to pagartela, let the machine. And then I remember that under the heading " 18 years the most important thing is that you can sign the justification alone rimbecillita ugly." If not badasse this small detail that in reality will change your life the last year of high school, but license.
My sister belongs to that generation that we call 'new' and already we look at it with disdain, even if they pass between us and just 10 years, not 50. So, to me at his age of 18 years rubbed his cock, to put it bluntly. Fewer still cared about the license, which in the end I got but I've never used (the use for the collection points, such as those of the Coop, is never something gift). We take the bus or went on foot. But without a car she expects that the house does not fall even below the stairs of the building. ParisHiltondenoialtri precisely.
short, has even found a boyfriend that the patent carries left and right type and that Ambrose had the misfortune to be injured ankle a few days ago, throwing into utter despair: going to school by bus, nopercarità ! Today it is back home not even Queen Elizabeth had been compelled to take the tram. But the worst thing is that this afternoon was to go find the boy injured by means of its unique means available, which would - imagine it - was killing her inside. So after lunch, full of sadness and pain, came up to me, murmuring: "But why not drive ? You could you take me home to my boy! . If not that I, very politely, I said "But will cocks." And this is the dialogue that followed:
Me: "I took the car and I arrange, want to make you see that the port of driver? But look, even just no"
G.: "I am desperate, as I do?"
Me: "Go on foot. There will be two miles, but it's all downhill and the weather is nice. Come back, take the bus "
G.: " No, I can not afford the bus "I
: " But if the ticket costs 60 cents! "
G.: " Do you think I 60 cents? "I
: " ... Ehm them to you soon from me "
G.: " No, I prefer to cherish for the snack "I
.: (I begin to understand that the problem is not money, but the bus)" Let's do this: you I give 60 cents for the bus and then another 60 for lunch tomorrow. What do you say? "
G.: (wounded puppy look)" They make 1 euro and 20. I still prefer to cherish for lunch tomorrow "
I.: "But excuse me, but then you weigh your ass!"
G.: "Yes, it is common knowledge. The bus I do not like doing all those laps ..."
He rides the bus, sorry! That speed will? I wonder how did he come out a well by our family, it will be because of that famous 'new' generation of girls with bangs and boots. Of course in 10 years this company has just stoned! But it does not pay to bury the knife. I
.: "However, my love - yes it is you Nicole Richie, Lindsay Lohan and Miley Cyrus of the village of the province - you'd better ride. You want to live life with the chauffeur? Watch that next year will have neither the car nor a driver's license! "
G.: " A-ha! So you say. I WILL WORK this summer 'and I'll pay the license and I'll buy the Machine "(where he works? In the next Spielberg movie?)
I .: " Yes, and what you earn? € 10,000? "
G.: " 1800: 200 € pay the machine and everything else I use it for insurance and gasoline, "said proud of himself away with mutt-cihuahua in hand (poor Iole!).
Yes says well my sister (the other): maybe he meant the machine or of the Barbie-Peg Perego. But I want to see how the front will jump on this nice car 200 euro, straight between the eyes: we will call REALITY ', the most powerful machine in the world and roasts. Happy Birthday, Miss Hilton!
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