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*Scotty as he is now known as at the precious oh-so tender age of fifteen was approached and asked by his

parents to submit to a drug test for hair they'd recently ordered for.*

"Here you go." said Scott the next morning when he woke up, the contents of his shaven head bundled into

a grocery bag which he flops on the kitchen table. "Hair and plenty of it. Test it all." he adds.

Chuckling slightly, elderly Tim, ever the jaded and disconcerned father says while reading over the instructions.

"You do realize that we only needed one hair from your armpit right?"

*Today's Lesson: Be sure to explain everything to your 15 yearold. Otherwise he'll probably go and do something stupid*