Golf Rules Rebel Mugs

'Don't be so stubborn, Bill. Let them play through if you don't want to be vaporized.'

Little girl dangling from her horse track.

"You ordered the organic, unprocessed, whole wheat spaghetti?"

"Fresh pepper spray?"

'It's just full of dirty laundry but it makes me feel much more hip.'

"No. I wouldn't 'like to see the cheese menu'. And I don't appreciate the stereotyping!"

"What, exactly, did you say to the maître d'?"

Time for today's dose of emotional manipulation...

End school zone. Start unschool zone.

Summer Sledding

"I'm sorry, Uncle Ed. I just couldn't save the poor ol' thing. You want to shoot it, or shall I?"

'You had me at 'warning'.'

"In case anyone walks by and sees the bottle you ordered, we offer a sticker saying your first bottle was rated 98."

"What do the know!"

"Sure, I love the scent of a REAL tree, but nothing beats the convenience of ignoring the holidays altogether."

Play golf on the billiards table.

"Let me see if I have it correctly, sir. To hell with the appetizer. A chopped sirloin that damn well better be rare. No goddam relish tray. Who cares which salad dressing, since they all taste like sludge?"

Man using guitar as golf club.

"What the hell - a second adolescence is better than a second childhood."

"Why can I only cross 'right' or 'wrong'? What about 'I don't care', 'I don't give a damn' or 'How should I know'?"

'Actually this is a very experimental college. We have no curriculum and no classes. How it works, essentially, is if you want to learn something, you go someplace and you learn it.'

"Can I just have a bowl of frosted cocoa marshmallow puffs?"

'Being home-schooled means I can be a runaway and a dropout at the same time.'

'I never get tipped!'

'Because we're seniors and can do whatever we want!!'

"They say she likes to teach dangerously. No assigned seats, partners or collateral required for her pencils. She's going completely rogue."

"Hey! If you're gonna use the ladies tee that skirt goes below the knees. And lose the tank top, mister."

Anarchist rebel teenager has eaten all his advent calender chocolates (isn't he naughty).

'For the last time, I cannot make it to your family's Christmas gathering tonight.'

'That estimate Sir, was a brazen lie. The botter truth comes later.'

Texting or no texting?

'Santa's gone ROGUE!'

"This year, we just decided to give money to ourselves."

"It's a tad undercooked."