Bro on Receiving Moral Support from Strangers.
"I don't need cheerleaders! I am my own cheerleader."
I'm the Funky Brown Chick, and I talk to my friends Mags & Bro almost every day. They're something special.
"I don't need cheerleaders! I am my own cheerleader."
"I don't get Canadians. I don't. I mean, why aren't they dating him? What's wrong with [Canadian women]?!?!"
Mags: Do you have a funny movie at home from Netflix that you can watch?
"I already know what you’re going to say, and I already know what I’m going to say. So, we’re not even going to talk about this. I’m Charlotte. That’s fine. I’m okay with that. She’s a good character ... Which one do you think you are?"
"I just thought that they didn’t shower ... because, you know, they don’t believe in it."
"I don’t think that all of your men have been honorable fuckups—actually, most of them have just been self-absorbed assholes."
"I'm not a big saliva person. I don't spit at will. It would have to be a huge amount of phelgm for me to spit it out. I mean, collectively, I don't get that much at the same time. I mean, it's not like it's cum. THAT is something you should spit out ... All of of the time ..."
STOLIE: I wish you people truly understood what "overwight" means.
Mags: “He asked me if I was Irish.”