Yeah, man. Is summer almost over already? That's a real mind fuck. I haven't even worn a bathing suit yet. How's October looking for a ladies only clothes swap/potluck?
My job is the best birth control you could ever imagine. I'd like to charge mothers at the door to send their teenage daughters with poor judgement over to me, I think i'd change their minds real quick. Have you ever seen a child eat corn out of their hair, only to realize that it's been two days since they've eaten corn, because they've actually been playing in their own shit? I know, man. I know. How's that for a campfire horror story.
And I leave you with this:
Someone's gotta teach em'.