- I love my dead gay son.

- How do you think he would have felt about a limp-wristed son with a pulse?

- My teen angst bullshit has a body count.

I watched Heathers a few nights ago. It has its moments, but I don't think it has aged well.


It hasn't aged well. Neither have we. However, it was the first time I ever thought of playing strip croquet, and the comment "Fuck me gently with a chainsaw, Heather" is truly wonderful.

That comment is so very.

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