Sorry, No Conprendo I Don't Speak Loser.

Those Fruity Drinks Better Have A Lot Of Caffeine In Them Or I'll Never Make It Through World Issues.

What Was It About High School That Made People Think With Their Insecurities Instead Of Their Brains?

After Each Dream, Frankie Woke With A Start, Soaked In Tears. But She Found No Relief In The Peaceful Silence Of Her Room, Because There Everything Was Real. And The Guilt Was Too Immense To Bear. Each Time She Opened Her Eyes, She'd Quickly Shut Them. And Wish That She Had Woken Up For The Very Last Time.

Kuh-laire, Is Cam A Fattening Girl Scout Cookie Layered With Peanut Butter And A Chocolate Coating? No. Then Dont Make Him A Tagalong!

Never Slam A Car Door. According To The Westchester Elite, It's A Heinous Crime, As Heartless As Kicking A Puppy.