When I was 15 my parents left town for a month. They hid the keys to the car but I found them. That month I drove my stepdad's Thunderbird Super Coupe into Manhattan every day and I would crank Cypress Hill as I flew around the city racing the taxis.
You can't allow the forces of political correction to shut you up. I mean why are people afraid to say 'Merry Christmas?' Give me a break. If people don't like it yeah they can go do something else.
