Well. It was very weird. Steve called and said that I should come over so we could screw. I told my mom.
You told your mom that you and Steve were going to screw at his place?
Yeah. I'd thought she'd lend me a screwdriver, but instead she told me that I couldn't go unless I protected myself.
Wish my mother was like that.So, you were at Steve's place all night?
Well. She grounded me for saying that there was no need to protect yourself when screwing. I don't understand. Isn't it more dangerous to hammer in nails?
