M.P.R.
A bunch of spoiled rich kids who think they're the most important people in St. Paul and the suburbs, even though they don't do anything cool or smart.
My neighbor’s kid is in the M. P. R. and he spends all his time bragging about his car.
They said I couldn't hang out with the M. P. R. because I didn't wear the right shoes.
The M. P. R. members laughed at me when I said I wanted to be a pizza chef when I grow up.