Instead of having my hair, all of my emotions have a great rack, and that’s how you know they’re mine.

(Yes, I cried. I absolutely cried.)

You know when you go to Disney World and they have one of those like “4D Experience” rides where while you’re watching a movie, they move your seat and blow air in your face and shit? That’s what it feels like to watch this movie while you have your period.

Literally nobody talks like this oh my god.

This is like the parody of an early 2000’s experimental movie that they’d cut to on like 30 Rock or in another, better film.

You know what? Even though they never brush their hair, I’d totally be their third.

This year I’m making “I can’t find my Cranberries CD” my new go-to excuse to get out of doing things