Oh, hey, maybe I should have mentioned that my friends are retarded douchebags.
This song is for the guy who keeps yelling from the balcony, and it's called 'We hate you, please die.'
Somehow the pantsless gay man is not bringing the romance, Scott.
I.. Uh...What are you having?... Did you make some of those up
You suck, surprising no one!!!! If bad was a boot, you'd fit it!!!! You're a stupid poo-poo head! I had sexual relations with your mother! Your mother was not that good in bed! You, sir, are a wretched soul! I am rubber, you are glue!
All my stupid little thoughts beget stupid little thoughts, rampantly speculating every possible outcome of every possible situation until they're all done to death and none of them could ever be true.