Teen Years Mugs

Adolescence is Coming!

"Do you think we should lower the price?"

'Teenagers!'

'Hey Einstein, how about converting some of your mass into energy and getting this place cleaned up?'

A Punk Rocker Cocoon.

"Well, I had 'the talk' with him.

'Well, Tommy, you've grown a foot since the last time I saw you!'

"Three more years of high school."

Wordplay: Hibernation.

My Dad, trying to look young. The cap hides his bald spot and the sweatshirt hides his gut!

"Well, young man... just consider yourself grounded!"

'I'd explain how the TV, VCR, DVD, surround sound home entertainment system works...but I don't know.'

Grand. Baby Grand. Toddler Grand. Teen Grand.

"He's gone goth"

"We’ve nailed guitar-solo-face. Time to try playing instruments."

"Check it out! In nature, females are in charge...they select their mates!"

It's a radical new development, a text novel for the text generation

'So Kyle - have you considered the challenges of van driving?'

Mayhem, Inc. Part 21

'The school computers are six months old. How can I be expected to be competitive in the job market if I'm trained on obsolete equipment?'

'Good night, Dear. Text me if you need anything.'

Wow. Totaled. Teen Test Dummy.

"I'll get up in negative five minutes."

"Maybe if I make myself inconspicuous I won't be called on."

PROBLEM AREAS

“Dad, I think I’ve finally found Gsus.”

'You know they've reached puberty when they're more interested in Dr. Ruth than Babe Ruth.'

The Life and Times of Miley Cyrus

'This is a good time to be young, son. Look at all the opportunities you have in front of you...you can help sole the problems of the environment, poverty,civil rights....'

'I think there was a typo in the lab instructions.'

"I hate you! You don't understand me and you don't understand my software!"

'You can stick your filthy shell. I'm listening to the Arctic Monkeys.'

"I've tracked our GPS coordinates over the past week dad. Well, we're roaming the plains alright!"

'Teens are like trees, you can chart their growth by the number of rings.'

How did you get your parents to send you to Costa Rica this summer, Ingrid? By almost flunking Spanish. That's dire. Hardly! I'll party and practice my accent. Next year�remind me to bring my French grade down. Si!