My parents wanted to move me into high school out of the sixth grade, but we decided to chuck the idea because I'd have trouble making friends, blah, blah, blah. Now blah, blah, blah is all I ever do. I use my great IQ to decide what color lip gloss to wear and how to hit three keggers before curfew.
This may seem like a really stupid question...
There *are* no stupid questions.
You inherit 5 million dollars the same day aliens land on the earth and say they're going to blow it up in 2 days. What do you do?
That's the stupidest question I've ever heard.
Wanna go out tonight? Catch a movie? Miniature golf?
I was thinking more along the lines of slitting Heather Duke's wrists open, making it look like suicide.
Ah, now you're talking. I can be up for that. I've already started underlining meaningful passages in her copy of Moby Dick, if you know what I mean?
I think it's a good opportunity to share the... feelings that this suicide has spurred in all of us. Now, who would like to begin?
I heard it was really gnarly. She sucked down a bowl of multi-purpose deodorizing disinfectant, and then SMASH.
Now Tracey, let's not rehash the coroner's report. Let's talk emotions.
God, they won't expel him, they'll just suspend him for a week or something.
He used a real gun. They should throw his ass in jail.
No way. He used blanks. All J. D. really did was ruin two pairs of pants, maybe not even that. Can you bleach out urine stains?