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Originally Posted by Eliza Hodgkins 1812
He was walking hand in hand with a pregnant girl and they were with her mother. He didn’t notice me and I breezed by quickly. And the moment I passed them I just started sobbing. I cried all the way home. I’d harbored a secret wish that we’d run into each other and he’d say, “I wanted to ask you to stay,” and I’d move back home and have lots of kids we couldn’t afford to have.
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Dude, I have goosebumps. Exactly. I know exactly what you felt. The only other person I can see myself married to (well, besides Amy Sedaris or Chuck Paluhniak) and raising a billion daughters with (between us, we'd have SEVEN!!!) is Dennis.
I've had a lump in my throat that isn't due to my screaming all night. I can't swallow it down. I have to
NEVER see him again.
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Miles: It tastes like the back of a f*ing L.A. school bus. Now they probably didn't de-stem, hoping for some semblance of concentration, crushed it up with leaves and mice, and then wound up with this rancid tar and turpentine bull****. F*in' Raid.
Jack: Tastes pretty good to me.