Cigarettes and cocaine. That film says it all.

It's all fun and games until someone gets rabies.

My ninth graders. Today. All day. God speed Connecticut.

Privilege. You have it.

FUCKING THANK YOU. If you guys can't see the difference in these comedians mocking their friend's Indian ethnicity, weight problem, and or sexuality without screaming RACISM, SIZEISM or HOMOPHOBIA then I suggest that you refrain from all forms of popular culture. You will be offended. Frequently.

Samesies. Urge to kill...rising...

Oh for fucks sake. SERIOUSLY?!

You're right of course. It's not the bag's fault it was handled by so many Heathers. That monogram just brings on the flashbacks. Suddenly the girls at the field hockey table are tormenting me all over again. High school PTSD. But you do you and your bag bro.

NJ actually. But those pretentious fuckers breed all throughout the Northeast. With their docksider shoes, and their JCrew sweaters, and their pineapple-stenciled two-parent households. Fuck them.

Those fuckers. Man I hated those fuckers. They all drove Range Rovers and skied at Killington too.

"I am really into it when women won't die as fast as me," said Robin Thicke, we imagine.

Fuck this. Fuck that prison. Fuck those guards. Fucking fuckity fuck all of this. That sick fucking fuckface got to die by his own hand on his own terms after the twisted fucking shit he put those poor fucking women through? Fuck this guy to fucking hell. Fuck you Ohio prison system. Just. Fuck.

I just about peed myself. You're a goddamn treasure.

Awww! A Kindle Fire. That's adorable how she pretends that she can read.

And a historian to boot! Someone get this girl a mortar board. We've got a real scholar here.

Also pay your actresses asshole.

"Kinda like fucking a really loose pussy."

Glad that I could brighten your day!

Actually that's not true. Romeo's age is never mentioned in the text.