Why, you hire three 17-year-old boys who have no interest in going to prom, of course.
*Drew, Blake, Cody
The cousin of one of Blake's classmates was recently married in his homeland of Greece. They held their reception two nights ago and, since Blake and his friends were free, they agreed to be the parking attendants-slash-shuttle drivers for the evening.
Because, really, if you need somebody to drive a golf cart back and forth through your neighborhood, is there a better person for the job than a teenage boy?
But wait. What if any of those guests get out of line?
No problem. They'll just pull out the big sunglasses and show 'em who's boss.
Hey Blake - CHiPs called. Ponch wants his shades back.
3 comments:
Hanging out with your buddies, driving a golf cart all night long, and eating someone else's food sounds WAY more fun than any "prom/banquet" I EVER attended.
Too funny!!! They look like secret service guys.
Bad boys, bad boys, whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do when they come for you?
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