Ok, here we go Team Yellowjackets! Let's see some fuckin' TRAUUUUUMMMMAAAAA.
Things I've learned recently from teevee: if Christina Ricci is there; somethin' fucked up is gonna happen.
And Juliette? We are top-loaded with f-uppedness.
People should speak in haiku more often. Get to the point, Chad.
Natalie has gun.
Travis runs the fuck away.
Flashbacks are the best.
Lost people finding a cabin in the woods always works out okay.
Klaatu barada necktie, motherfuckers.
I question the earth logic of Yellowjackets, but I love the needle drops.
When anyone says "you trust me, don't you?" you're about to get fucked. Literally or metaphorically : FUCKED.
If they find the Harlem Globetrotters out there, I'm out.
Then they take the mask off of Misty and it turns out she's actually Old Man McGillicuddy and he's trying to run them kids off his land 'cause he's got oil in his basement.
I would not be surprised if Misty fucking crawled through this screen to try to scare me because holy shit she's got wild eyes.
If you forget about the toaster, it burns the bread?
I don't care how punk rock you are : nobody lays in bed in ripped up fishnets. They just don't. People take their tights off as soon as they fucking can.
If these girls don't start learning how to live together they're going to die alone.
It Happened To Me : I ran into my mom in a sex club while I was rolling.
I poisoned you because I'm a fucking creep, that's why. God, what other fucking reason is there?
Oh, I'll take Places I Will Never Sleep for $200, Alex.
What is: The attic of the abandoned-ass cabin in the middle of the fucking Canadian Rockies.
Relax, it's just your run-of-the-mill witch recipe, dirt and deer blood.