You were the carful of young ladies who pulled up on my block the other day. You were blasting music and shouting at one another. My wife almost called the cops on you because when you all jumped out of the car, all of you pretty much screaming at once, it sounded as if you were about to start a fight. Instead, out came the cellphones, and the music got even louder, and then you filmed one another twerking for the next half an hour. Thanks for the show. Not sure why you chose my block, but here’s hoping you started a tradition!
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