Well, they weren’t exactly MY teenaged boys.
Come to think of it, it was a little iffy that they were boys at all.
I’m not sure they were girls either though.
In fact, now I’m not totally even sure if I was actually even there, or if I just heard about it. But apparently it was really quite an adventure. I think Interpol got involved at some point, or Scotland Yard. They had accents, that much I’m sure of!
But, yeah, in the end, you get me.
But then again...there is that...Muscle Memory...in the end...