We enter the scene in the middle of just one of the incredibly moronic conversations I've found myself having to sit through in the past few weeks...
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| ummm... why do you own two of the same dress?... | |
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| OMIGOD! When we go to Rocky tomorrow night me and Erin are going to look so deliciously slutty, it'll be so so SO great, we're wearing matching vinyl dresses, I'm lending Erin one of mine, it'll be... | |
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Why god, why such drivel?
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| WHY DO YOU OWN TWO OF THE SAME DRESS?!
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| so so SO SO SO GREAT, i just can't wait we're going to look like such whores with our matching dresses...
Oh, well, one's a long corset style, and the other's a really slutty cheerleader... | |
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Ahhh... Sweet, sweet revenge. bringing about the realization of one's own moronic tendencies...
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| Then they don't really FUCKING MATCH, do they? | |
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