They're sisters and lesbians. Not lesbian lovers.

Apparently, the old trope is wrong. It's quantity, not quality.

My cooch just rolled up, packed up, and shipped out.

Yeah that's why I'm confused.

This frightens me and amazes me at the same time. I don't know who I am anymore!

Um.... Uhh.... My brains. They hurts.

I'm confused.

Seriously! My gf and I binged on this and then we yelled at the TV at the end, "where's season 2!?" (apparently they are shooting it right now, but holy crap this show...it's got me.)

Dear NSA,

Not to mention the vocal chord nodules she's growing. Jesus, that voice. Exorcist quality.

Parts of skin.

There has to be more than just weed. An 1/8th of kind bud used to cost me $50. And I could smoke that whole thing in a day, if I was smoking all day with a friend and didn't do anything else. (That said, I don't smoke anymore.) It's absurd.

Recommended because curious.

Ten Things I Hate About You

argument invalid.

Seriously. Kid had a serious grumpy old man thing going on.

"The Winner Is", by Devotchka. From the Little Miss Sunshine soundtrack.

OHMYGLOB. Fantastic!

Oh come now, it's all good campy fun.

A true work of art. Was this the one with the EPIC fight between Debbie Gibson and Tiffany?