Yeah, so this kid has a 176 I.Q. so what! Can he buy
cigarettes and gin?? Ha!
(Author goes on 72-hour bender)
Alright, I’m back. Sorry, had to get that out of my system.
Gargled a few dozen times with Listerine, but still can’t get that New Car
scent out of my mouth (whomever took advantage of my inebriated state and challenged
me to eat 15 car air fresheners, you’ll get your comeuppance).
Where was I? Oh that’s right, super depressed. I mean, this 6-year-old
kid has an I.Q. higher than Einstein’s. Name any date back to 2000 and he’ll
tell you the day of the week. I, on the other hand, got chicken grease on my
tax forms. At age 6, this kid can recite every U.S. president in the order in
which they served. At age 6 I ate paste.
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