Any 12 year old that texts me at 4am is going to be made into a mince meat pie. I admire your restraint.
I doubt I'll ever see 12 year old in person again, so making meat pies out of him's out of the question. Knew him from church camp, and while 12 year olds can get forgiven for pulling that kind of shit, and, like, who cares in the long run, the fact that I had to pull major rabbits out of hats to make the camp run at all in the face of outright hostility, then see other people take it over from under my nose when I'd successfully delivered it last year means that, well, as xkcd puts it: FUCK! THAT! SHIT! is my attitude to ever doing that again.[ Parent ]