Don’t Piss On My Leg…
I’m imagining a high school kid sitting in the principal’s outer office waiting for his sure to be angry parents to arrive. They were summoned by the school because of the student’s misdeed. The tiny little brain is churning, trying desperately to come up with an excuse; any reason to wiggle out of this tough spot; as if this couldn’t be helped; as if it wasn’t their fault. What kind of a whopper would they come up with?