"Whatever I want to do. Gosh."
"In my purse in the pocket with all the tampons... actually, let me get it for you."
"Because you're a girl."
"I can answer a question without using another question. What do you think I'm doing right now? Oh, shit."
"Whatever you're doing, stop it."
"He was a jackass."
"He was a badass."
"He was a bad seed."
"He'd gone to seed."
"He'd gone to pot."
"He'd gone to smoke some pot."
"We're not smoking pot."
"I used to see something in him. But not anymore."
"It was just a syllable, to make a syllable. Can there be consonants?"
"I tried to keep calm once, but panicking burns more calories."
"I stopped waiting for you."
"It all seems sort of pointless."
"I came here to kick ass and chew bubblegum."
"I came here to dance."
"I came here to have a good time."
"I came here to find the man who killed my father."
"We don't like strangers in these parts."
"Mom told me not to ever talk to strangers."
"There are new kids every season on Barnie because he eats the old ones."
This is the only semblance of coherent thought I am capable of at this point in time.
BUT IN OTHER NEWS,
WHO HAS TWO THUMBS AND PROBABLY ACED HER EVOLUTION OF THE EARTH FINAL?
THIS CHICK.
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