Chica 1: "You're going to wear that? It makes your hips look as wide as
the Titanic."
Chica 2: "You serious? I want to go kill myself right now."
Chica 1: "M'eh! Don't crack the concrete when you hit."
Chica 2: "You're such a bitchety bitch! We all know
that shit on your face is herpes, not a cold sore."