"I can't be that perfect guy, and it's unrealistic for **** to expect me to be, especially if she's going to where those tank-tops at the basketball games."

^{Well. Isn't that nice.  Really, it's just so fucking lovely that you've realized that it's unrealistic because I never asked you to be perfect and I never expected you to be.}

 So while we're on the subject of expectations, you better not expect me to cover myself up at the Goddamned Basketball games because I wont. Hell, I'll walk around like a whore if I want too. I'll walk around naked if I want too. Is it my fault you can't keep your hormones in check? No. Do I ask you to? Not at all. So don't fucking blame me for your own puberty issues.

In other news, Mindsay kicks ass.