That one there, that’s Karen Smith. She is one of the dumbest girls you will ever meet.
It’s 68 degrees, and there’s a 30% chance that it’s already raining!
Hey, buddy, you’re not pretending anymore. You’re plastic. Cold, shiny, hard plastic.
The limit does not exist.
That was so fetch.
On Wednesdays we wear pink.
Grool. I meant to say cool but then I started to say great.
I’m a mouse. Duh!
Is butter a carb?
Your face smells like peppermint!
She asked me how to spell orange.
Regina George… How do I begin to explain Regina George?
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