Extraits

“How can two good people both have such good intentions end up with feelings, derived from all the goodness, that are so incredibly bad?”

“Oh, my dear sweet baby Jesus in a wicker basket.

-Sydney”

“But cow well you ass therefore my bird”

“He has a dick and two balls and no heart and that makes him Hunter's twin. I should probably just start calling him Hunter.”

“Screw you, Warren”

“Ridge: Better. I can’t hear my own farts, so sometimes I’ll forget that other people can hear them.”

“When I die, I need to know that I did everything I’ve ever wanted to do, and I’ve seen everything I’ve ever wanted to see, and I’ve loved everyone I’ve ever wanted to love.”

“I'm miserable, Ridge. I hate it. I work on it for hours every day, and I just want to take a bat to my computer and go all Office Space on it. If this thesis were a child, I'd put it up for adoption and not think twice about it. If this thesis were a cute, fuzzy puppy, I'd drop it off in the middle of a busy intersection and speed away.”

“I think I’m just too desirable when I’m being creative, and I want to know what I need to do to lessen my attractiveness. If that’s even possible.”

“Ridge Lawson, will you sign my boobs?”