Teenage boys are stupid.

What is it about that last hormone blast that makes so many teenage boys start the wrong shit with the wrong people by reacting the wrong way?

I was at a great party Saturday night, and aside from about five minutes, everything went great. But for 30 seconds someone didn’t follow the rules, a potential fight got broken up, and then the four friends of the teenager in question tried to keep it going. They got swarmed by around 30 people in a half second, continued yelling for 10 seconds, then realized that it was a very, very bad idea to start a fight amongst a group of people that fights amongst itself regularly for fun.

On the upside, maybe they learned they’re not invincible. Probably not.