Dear Teenagers

Dear Teenagers:

I'm not entirely certain what caused you to yell to me and several other motorists on my trek home from work today. Upon seeing your license plate as you pulled up to harass the next vehicle in line it occurred to me that you are mostly likely seriously misguided. The definition of Ghetto is as follows: a part of a city, especially a slum area, occupied by a minority group or groups. Seeing as how you were four white kids, driving around in a car most likely purchased by Mr. Fabulous' parents since I highly doubt a job flipping burgers somewhere could pay for that, in Schererville (which certainly doesn't meet the requirements of a slum)... I think it's pretty safe to say that someone has misplaced their dictionary. I highly recommend that you pick up a book prior to sending in for personalized license plates when you don't actually know the meaning of the word. It is no way cool or trendy to stamp I'm an uneducated moron on the back of your vehicle for all to see. 

And I'm sorry, but I do have to ask, what parent allows their child to get such plates on the back of the car they're obviously paying for? It may be just me, but this somehow makes think that mom and dad may need a brief English lesson as well.