Quote by Danny Masterson
When I was 15, my parents left town for a month. They hid the keys

When I was 15, my parents left town for a month. They hid the keys to the car, but I found them. That month, I drove my stepdads Thunderbird Super Coupe into Manhattan every day, and I would crank Cypress Hill as I flew around the city, racing the taxis. – Danny Masterson

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