Teen Angst! Teen angst! Teen angst!
My parents keep telling me I've got teen angst...but what I've got is crabs. I guess I shouldn't have done that old hooker with the rest of the guys, but it was only $50 for all six of us (and I put in $20 just so I could go first).
I guess I'm the first guy in my class to get VD.
The doc at the free clinic was cool about it and told me that I need to stick to girls my own age.
Right. Not too many fourteen year olds put out, unless you count Mary Ann, but she's probably 250 pounds and smells like old cheese.