She’s so pathetic. Let me tell you something about hurricane Irene. We were best friends in middle school. I know, right? It’s so embarrassing. I don’t even… whatever. So then in eighth grade, I started going out with my first boyfriend Hurricane Charley who was totally.. smashing.. but then he died out, and Hurricane Irene was like, weirdly jealous of him. Like, if i would talk about him to someone, she’d be like, “why aren't you more scared of me? i don't get it.” And I’d be like, “why are you trying to take my family and friends? and trying to kill people?” So then, for my birthday party, which was a pool party, I was like, “Hurricane Irene, I can’t invite you, because I think you would destroy the whole party and harm/kill my guests..” I mean I couldn’t have a harmful hurricane at my party. There were gonna be helpless people there. I mean, right? She wanted to go TEARING UP THE PLACE. So then her mom, hurricane Katrina, told everyone how more stronger Irene would be than her, and we would all see, it was so retarded. And then she headed to the northern east coast because no one believed her, and now shes destroying and making floods all in Staten Island and all and now i guess shes a wet, moody bitch.
Joe: omg have you heard about Hurricane Irene?!
Cameron: yeah, that wet moody bitch thinks she can just come along and mess with things. what even.