Gross

Gross.

Gross. Again.

Gross, as usual.

You poor thing.

I don't either, but I'm totally going to start.

You're beautiful.

We are all that guy with the pointy thing coming through his mouth.

"You like scary books, don't you, 13-year-old Shoebox? Well here's a whole box of Lois Clark Duncan paperbacks for you!"

And Charlie's videos are amusing, but not really ha-ha funny. Like the Lana del Ray one. It makes you go, "oh yeah, that person is like that," but it didn't make me scream with laughter or anything.

That was some Hannibal-type shit. Gruesome.

No, I didn't, and no, I'm not. Try again.

No. This particular individual is a little asshole.

I have the same fear, so that scene was a gut punch. It's stayed with me.

There's a long chase through a bunch of old cars and I think a corn field. Then he gets to the edge of a cliff and tries to jump into the water below but cracks his head on a jutting rock. It's so swift and brutal. It took the air right out of my lungs.

Thanks, dick.

I can't watch SP with the same eyes I used to. It's like watching a friend who hasn't matured along with the rest of us. Though I still love the breast cancer episode.

Yes on The Wall. And the blank faces.

I had the same reaction to Sophie's Choice! I was using a dishrag to wipe my tears and I ended up shoving it in my mouth to quiet my wailing. My friend was lucky, he fell asleep 5 minutes into it.

"Don't eat—"