You like mcr, panic at the disco, choppy hair cuts, fall out boy and black clothing. You can’t stop smudging your eyeliner, you can’t stay out of hot topic, and you don’t know the top 20 charts. Face it, you’re never gonna leave 2005.
- me: [sniffs the air] ah, it's almost that time of year again. i'm gonna shove an entire pumpkin up my ass