You really should feel guilty.
Not knowing how to do something is way better than knowing how to do something.
Ah, the soothing smell of humid genitals.
It’s exactly like a regular rock festival, except… Jesus-er?
EVERYTHING IS GOOD AND POSITIVE! NOTHING IS WRONG! SATANAS VENIRE!
My dad’s money can buy me happiness.
The metaphors are as real as metaphors can get.
The land of the free.
Dancing is a sport, okay?
With disdain, mostly.
I know that we’re both on our fifteenth beer, dude. But that doesn’t change a thing.
That ignorant, trying-her-best bitch.
The world’s best team of inebriated heroes.