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我火大了

Dear girls sitting in the black SUV next to my mother's car on a Saturday evening,

Here's my rule that's been in effect since May 13th, 1994: no one picks on my brother unless I'm there to kick you following said incident. Especially not when he's studying American history, when you probably couldn't even locate California on a map. Considering the fact that I am halfway around the world right now in Taiwan (ooh, geography pop quiz! Is it a city? A capital? A flying teapot? EHHH, all wrong. Didn't think so.) and was not present when this happened, I believe you just broke my rules. Never mind that he auto-tunes his ears to deaf-mode when people like you are around. Lines are lines, and you do not cross mine.

I hope you all drive into a rut on the way home and step straight into knee-deep mud when trying to get out of the car :D May the worst of luck follow you wherever you go.