(Two girls, walking through the mud after a football game.) Girl 1: I want to make a really inappropriate joke. Girl 2: Is it a Trail of Tears joke? Girl 1: Okay, yeah.
(A bunch of people sitting around a campfire.) Girl 1: Marshmallows are kinda gross, when you think about it. Girl 2: I think it’s a good kind of gross. Like tiny, edible fat people.
(Two girls, studying in the library.) Girl 1: Yeah, I'll probably start sleeping here too. Under the tables or something. Girl 2: No, I said "sleeping with girls" in the library. That's different. Girl 1: Oh. Yeah, I guess it is.
(Two guys in class, before lecture starts.) Guy 1: My girlfriend broke up with me, and sent me pictures of her and her new boyfriend in bed. Guy 2: Ouch. Guy 1: Yeah, I sent them to her dad.
Two girls, walking through the mud after a football game. Girl 1: I want to make a really inappropriate joke. Girl 2: Is it a Trail of Tears joke? Girl 1: Okay, yeah.
(Two girls, coming out of an exam.) Girl 1: Bombed it. That was terrible. Girl 2: I think I did okay, actually. Girl 1: And - damnit! And I forgot to water my veggies in FarmVille!
(Two girls in the dining hall.) Girl 1: I know. I'm the best wing man ever! Girl 2: Well, who's your wing man? Girl 1: (Pointing to her breasts and shimmying) I've got two.
(Guy, two girls, at dining hall breakfast.) Guy: You girls don't need your buns toasted, do you? Girl 1: Heh-heh-heh-heh-heh. Girl 2: Heh heh. No. Guy: I was talking about the hot dog buns
(Two guys at a giant party.) Guy 1: What? The cops are coming now? Guy 2: Yo, don't touch my ass, bro. Guy 1: I'll touch your ass. I'll touch your ass as much as I want.
(One girl, leaning across the aisle during class.) Girl 1: Hey... hey. Girl 2: What? Girl 1: Have you ever been to CakeFarts dot com?
(Girls meeting up in the morning.) Girl 1: What'd you do last night? Girl 2: Not much. Watched a lot of the Batman animated series. Felt a lot of inappropriate things.
(Girl, talking to friends.) Girl: I always imagined that you could just use the Force on your shoes, and fly. But then I guess you'd have to use the Force on all your other clothes, too, or you'd just be getting dragged around the sky by your feet.
(Linguistics professor, introducing a grammar topic.) Prof: This is grammar. Grammar is not love. It's sphincter-like. (Kid in a class.) Guy: Professor, I'm sorry I wasn't in class last week. I was sick with Hulu.