Movie geek. Infatuation with pop culture. Music enthusiast. Kickboxer. Roller Derby. Bookworm. Comic lover. Writer. Tea lover. Weird fascination with Boston & British people.
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Currently swooning: Over 5 boys who are determined to ruin me.
Jay: Some fuck named John Hughes.
Bethany: Sixteen Candles John Hughes?
Jay: You know that guy too? That fuckin’ guy. He made this flick, Sixteen Candles. Not bad. There’s tits in it but no bush. But Ebert over here don’t give a shit about that kind of thing, ‘cause he’s, like, all in love with this John Hughes guy. Goes out and rents, like, every one of his movies. Fuckin’ Breakfast Club, where all these stupid kids actually show up for detention. Fuckin’ Weird Science, where this babe wants to take her gear off and get down, but oh, no, she don’t because it’s a PG movie. And then, Pretty in Pink, which I can’t even watch this tubby bitch any more, ‘cause every time we get to the part where the redhead hooks up with her dream guy, he starts sobbing like a little bitch with a skinned knee and shit.
Cheesy Teen Movies You Can’t Help But Love: Sixteen Candles| 1984
“I can’t believe I gave my panties to a geek.”
