itangowithtoasters
Age. 18
Gender. Female
Ethnicity. white
Location Federal Way, WA
School. Other
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twinkle twinkle
bring em out bring em out
push it REAL good
if you've got an impulse let it out
eat my shorts
yee-haw

Anchorman
-Ron Burgandy: I love scotch. Scotchy, scotch, scotch.
-Ron Burgundy: 1000, 1001, 1002, 1003. Wow, I can hardly lift my right arm I did so many. I don't know if you heard me, but I did over 1000.
-Brick Tamland: I ate a big, red candle.
-Ron Burgundy: Go back to your home on Whore Island
-Brian Fantana: They've done studies, you know. Sixty percent of the time it works, every time.

Napoleon Dynamite
-Kid on Bus: What are you gonna do today, Napoleon?
Napoleon: Whatever I feel like I wanna do, gosh!
-Napoleon: I see you're drinking 1% milk. Is that because you think you're fat? Because you're not. You could probably be drinking whole milk.
-Pedro: If I win, you can be my secretary or something.
Napoleon: Sweet!
-Deb: I'm trying to raise money to go to college.
Kip: Your mom goes to college.

The Breakfast Club
-Andrew: Hey! If I lose my temper, you're totalled, man.
Bender: Totally?
Andrew: Totally.
- Bender: Screws fall out all the time, the worlds' an imperfect place.
-Bender: What do you guys do in your club?
Brian: In physics we, uh, we talk about physics, uh, properties of physics.
John Bender: So it's sorta social, demented and sad, but social. Right?
-Brian: Chicks cannot hold their smoke, that's what it isn .

Yellowcard
.:Rough Draft:.

Like a Saturday night I'll be gone
Like a Saturday night I'll be gone
Before you knew that I was there

So you wrote it down
I'm supposed to care
Even though it's never there
Sorry if I'm not prepared
Is it hard to see the things you substitute
For me and all my thoughts of you
It's eating me alive to leave you

Maybe it's childish and maybe it's wrong
But so is your blank stare in lieu of this song
Maybe it's childish and maybe it's wrong

Don't wanna be, don't wanna be wrong
You're leaving me, you're leaving me in lieu of this song
Don't wanna be, don't wanna be wrong
You're leaving me, you're leaving me in lieu of this song

I'm breathing in your skin tonight
Quiet is my loudest cry
Wouldn't wanna wake the eyes that make me melt inside
And if it's healthier to leave you be
May a sickness come and set me free
Kill me while I still believe that you were meant for me

I'm finding my own words, my own little stage
My own epic drama, my own scripted page
I'll send you the rough draft, I'll seal it with tears
Maybe you'll read it and I'll reappear
From the start it was shaky and the characters rash,
A nice setting for heartache where emotions come last
All I have deep inside, to overcome this desire
Are friendly intentions and fairweather smiles

And I don't wanna be, don't wanna be wrong
You're leaving me, you're leaving me in lieu of this song
Don't wanna be, don't wanna be wrong
You're leaving me, you're leaving me in lieu of this song

Like Saturday night I'll be gone
Like Saturday night I'll be gone
Like Saturday night I'll be gone
Like Saturday night I'll be gone before you knew that I was there