FoxTrot by Bill Amend for November 12, 2006
November 11, 2006
November 13, 2006
Transcript:
Boy: How aboutyou and I light a fire at this year's winter formal? Paige: Morton, let me put this bluntly... I'd rather be injected with sulfuric acid than go to that dance with you. I'd rather let rats chew off my face than go to that dance with you. I'd rather have rusty screws jammed under my fingernails than go to that dance with you. Boy: So it that a "yes" or a "no"? Paige: It's a "no," you moron? Boy: How about the spring formal, then? Paige: Ask me in April. I don't plan that far ahead.
sandlotlover about 8 years ago
sad
The Ever-Convenient Object's Shopping Mall about 4 years ago
Paige thinks that she’s the master of saying disturbing things, but if she doesn’t hand that crown over to me then I’ll tear out her eyeballs and build bookshelves in the sockets. BOOKSHELVES, YA HEAR ME?
Eeveelution lover almost 3 years ago
This is the same paige that started planning for the next years valintines day dance a day after that years had ended.