Emo. Wherever you go, the word follows-like the grandmotherly stench of a taxi cab, or your endless throng of bitches (well, I guess I shouldn’t be that specific). You may be asking yourself, “Where did this horn-rimmed beast with corduroyed skin and a wafer-thin heart come from? Does it have a known weakness? Silver bullet? Stake through the
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"Expos 4-Life Bitch"
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"I'm in love with all my art history TAs"
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"Giving Out Monday....handing out veneral diseases one get up kid at a time"
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"You know Thrice....I'm proud of you"
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45.) Don’t eat. EVER. I mean it. One sandwich can lower your emo-ness by 5 whole SCENE (you forgot the word scene) points. Besides, how are you going to get those tight jeans to meld with your skin if you keep stretching them out with your pine needle-sized legs? I want those Sally Struthers kids to look at you and say, “Daaaaaaaamn, son. You should eat something. In partikalah, mah beats travel like a vortex!” Last sentence optional but recommended, ‘cause it would be funny.
"To fat to be emo so I fucked your mom instead"
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