Me, at five this morning: -Jumping into parents' bed- Mom! Can I take a mental health day, head to Chinatown, and catch the ten dollar bus to New York so that I can see RENT's ninth anniversary show?
My Mom: Ten. You can go to ten.
Me: Moooom...
My Mom: Nooooo. You have nowhere to stay.
Me: I'll sleep in a parking garage.
My Mom: -With sudden energy- [Insert full name here,] if you ever think about doing something so stupid as that, I swear to God I'll make your head spin.
So, I guess ten it is. -Sighs, twiddles thumbs-
"Bangarang, Rufio!"
--Hook