MONICA: Wait a minute, isn't this supposed to be a play? What's with all these diary entries? Also, who's that woman who looks exactly like me who just popped out of a broom closet?
MONICA: Who the fuck are you asking?
Maurice: Today I bought speed from a crack dealer named Frank, I don't know why he had speed, but he did.
Lawl, I just shit myself
Goodbye to the tent and the old caravan, to the tinker, the gypsy, the travelling man, and farewell to the thirty-foot trailer
>>20 WTF!! This came on shuffle on my iPod and I was playing along on my banjo! What a weird coincidence!
500 DAYS LATER
I tried on women's clothes!
I feel the heat, I feel the passion! This is it! This is the moment I have been waiting for!