No, I took a lot more, the cutting the grass with the scissors might have worked on me if I was twelve, but not seventeen. I might have returned them dead center of my a-hole step dad�s chest.
Your dumb ass probably still isn't allowed to use anything more complex than paper m�ch� and plastic scissors. Ill pass your advice on to him and let you know how that works out. Until then I advise you to stop eating paint chips for dinner.
