it's not important that you know why she has a machine gun, just that her bra is made of Skittles.
Quick, someone throw a banana peel at her so she spins around.
It's not that gross. She just squeezed the juices into her pig blood cocktail. Y'know, for flavor.
Because sometimes you just need that quick major-life-event fix.
"I just hope it's not English she teaches."
"C'mon man, it won't be that bad, just a quick slap on the back."