Santana, really? Have you learned nothing from me? You’re on a bed with your lesbian lover and someone who is probably more bi-curious than any of us can imagine. There’s no room for tears when you’re giving the unending gift of multiple orgasms, Satan. Remember that.
Dude. Really? You’re eight and a half feet tall and you have the wing span of a full grown pterodactyl and yet you still can’t connect? This is why you were banned from fight club, you jolly green moron. Oh, and just so you know when you and Jesse are getting kicked out of the dance for the lamest fight off all time, Imma take both of your prom dates and give them the magical night they deserve. And by magical night, I mean hottest. threesome. ever.
DUDE, Finn, you’re my boy so I’m gong to lay it on you straight, no chaser style. You got freaking Rachel Berry in your truck, late at night, in front of a motel. And you’re spying on your gay step brother and trouty mouth? Fuck you, Finntard. If it was me, I’d have my head between those fine ass, long midget legs. And while she was screaming my name and clawing at the fake leather seats, I’d also be booking a room so that shit could go down, Puckzilla style.
