Two girls in Catholic school uniforms were purchasing a two-litre
bottle of ginger ale while I was buying beggies for salad at the
convenience store at Queen and John. From their conversation, they were apparently plotting some sort of clandestine alcoholic get-together.
even with teens; one of them said to the other “Dude [yes, girls these
days call each other “Dude”], if my Mom finds out that I’ve got booze,
she’s gonna beat me like Jesus!”
Scourge, scourge, scourge. Maybe the movie should’ve been called The Bashin’ of the Christ.