These people live amongst us. Yes, yes, I know. Holy shit, indeed.
Sometimes you really don’t need to say much. This is one of those times. Wow.
Looks like a house cat exploded on her head.
It would not surprise me if Ms. Watermelon was single.
I mean, seriously, dude? Do I look at you or knock the fucking door?
*They have these things called razors at the market. Aisle 13, I think.
*Got the hots for her? Get in line.