Misapprehension.

Come on, who invited the super hyper, straight edge kid? Come on he always acts way loonier and more annoying than the people who are actually drinking or doing drugs. He always stays way too late and when you try to talk to him about something like the Beastie Boys t-shirt he's wearing and he's like "Duuuude, I love Intergalactic" and I say "I love Paul's Boutique". Then, a deer in head lights look washes over his face for a second then he's asks "Where is Paul's Boutique, I love thrift stores." Because of disappointment, instead of kindly informing, him you tell him Paul's Boutique is on the corner of Flabbergast Street and Disgrace Boulevard.