Street thug: Oh, there's not gonna be a fight. Street thug: Really? David: Goddamnit, Kenny. You three just move along, huh? What do you say? Move along? Street thug: What are you, some kind of cop? Kenny: No, he's not a cop. Street thug 2: What the fuck are you gonna do about it, white boy? You some type'a hero? David: No, he's not a hero, he's just a dumb kid. These guys are picking on this girl, and it's not fair. David: Wait, you have an iPhone? Aren't you homeless? Casey: So? Fuck you, dude. Casey: These assholes are trying to steal my iPhone. I was like, what the hell? I mean, your voice was much deeper than your bone structure. What's going on here? Street thug: Mind your own fucking business, old man. Kenny: I'm 18, I'm gonna get my own place soon. Um, speaking of rolling, I was wondering. Where's your mom? Kenny: Uh, She went for a drink with a friend. What the hell you doing up? It's almost two am. Kenny: So I heard you and Miss O'Riley fighting. Yeah, it's a candle I got from Anthropologie. And THAT is how I found out I was born with a shallow vagina.Äialogue Rose: You're not a neighbor, you're a drug dealer…whose apartment smells like cheese and feet? David: Mm. It would just stick halfway out like a - like a Roman Candle. And I gotta tell ya, I had SUCH a hard time inserting those. So, you know, when you're a synchronized swimmer you can't use a Maxipad because you can see it, so my friend bought me a box of tampins. This is not a smidge of pot! You got me moving enough weed to kill Willie Nelson, man!
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