Matilda won an award for an essay she wrote on why she won’t use drugs. We read it last night and it was very nice. But it was eclipsed by the brilliance and insightfulness of one of her classmates’ essays. I swear I am not making this up:
“I don’t use drugs because using drugs makes you have a thing on your credit. When you have a thing on your credit you can’t buy no things. If you use drugs you can’t find no work. I don’t want no thing on my credit.”
Now there’s a winning example of just the type of man I want my girls to marry. A man who can’t find no work because he’s a lazy bum, not a crackhead.
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