'A dreadful storm blew the houses of the immigrants down a turgid hillside. The sun came through and shined on an upended car sunk nose first in the river."
"I hate creative writing."
"Why did you take that class?"
"Because Ms. Aarinen is hot."
"Where is she from?"
"I think she's from Iceland or Greenberg or something."
"Greenland? Where is that?!"
"Maybe near Sweden."
"Did you sign up to go to Six Flags?"
"Oh hell yeah, that's gonna be awesome."
"I heard some kids puked last year."
"Yeah they all drank four Lokos and tossed their cookies on that spinner thing."
"That shit's gross"
"We should totally get some."
"Okay."