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Hey Teens! Let’s Have A Rap Session!

Filed under: Blatant Lies — By Jack at 12:26 pm on Thursday, October 5, 2006

Hey teens! It’s me, Jack “halfpipe” Kukoda, and I’m ready to talk. I know how tough things can be for teens these days. In fact, it wasn’t so long ago that I was a teen myself! Of course, back then we didn’t call ourselves “teens” because the dinosaurs wouldn’t let us! Hey-oh! See, I’ve got a sense of humor, too, teens. I’m not some old boogie man that can’t relate to all your hip-hop problems today. I’ve been there, too. Except, when I was “there” I had to ride a wooly mammoth to get there! Bing bong!

Anywhoodle, I just want all the teens that read this site to know that you can feel free to ask me questions about life, girls, guys, sports, the mall-heck, anything a teen would want to know about. And I’ll be happy to answer those questions. Although, I might have to communicate via cave drawings! Slam bam-a-roo! What? Okay, I’ll stop.

But 4 rlz, I’d be happy to help you out with some of your problemz. Here’s a question a teen sent me just last week:

Dear Halfpipe,

Some of my friends smoke marijuana and I feel pressured to smoke sometimes. I kind of want to try it, but I’m afraid of what drugs can do. Is it true that you can get addicted to marijuana? Will it really lead to other drugs? What do you think I should do? Thanks in advance.

Confused in Kansas

Questions about drugs are never easy to answer. That’s why, in this case, I immediately alerted the local police. I figured they would know what to say. Hell, if they came up with that “McGriff the Crime Dog,” I’m sure they can handle a question or two about marijuana weed.

Anyhowsers, feel free to ask more questions in the comment section or email them to me. I’ll do my best to put you on the straight and narrow, teens! In the meantime, rock and roll!

2 Comments »

Comment by Matt

October 5, 2006 @ 1:49 pm

Narc!!!

Comment by Drunk in Daytona

October 9, 2006 @ 12:44 pm

Hey Halfpipe,

I need teen advice, I am an alcoholic. My friends and I spend our weekends looking for loner adults that are willing to trade us beer for 10 minutes of friendship. We prefer classy drinks like Milwaukee’s Best Ice, Michelob Ultra, and PBR. It’s such a rush, shot-gunning a couple beers to get the buzz going. We play “4-pack or splat back” - a competition in which we all stand on a busy rail track and try to drink 4 beers before the next train comes (luckily we’ve all escaped the few close calls.) I usually spend the next 2 hours trying to convince one of Joe Bob’s cousins to give me a handjob in the back of his truck.

I need to stop the vicious cycle. I can’t remember the last Saturday night I haven’t pissed in my Mom’s dishwasher or puked in my Dad’s work boots after a night of boozing.

-Paul (Drunk in Daytona)

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