... craping out decades worth of incomplete homework that I had fed him over the years, needing a believable alibi for when the Vice-Principal rolled out the Polygraph and sodium pentothal ...
.... who were the poorest excuse for a bunch of baggy-pants-wearing, fake gang-sign-flashing, hip-hop wannabee gangsters that ever got a ride to school in Mommy's minivan ...
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