I do like me some fucking cuss words, but I can also appreciate the proper use of alternatives.
"Go fuck yourself, you fucking son of a bitch!" = Meh. Pedantic at best.
"You've got a little something up your ass. Might I suggest a splintery two-by four to dislodge it? Oh, and tell your dad my horse says he's free next weekend and definitely interested in a round two as long as he gets to top this time. Your dad should just let himself in, the stall will be unlocked." *wink and kiss*

I had a really great cohort, awesome profs, and the subject material was fascinating, so it wasn't so bad. Long, yes, but not agonizing like high school's four two hour blocks of stupidity sprinkled liberally with harassment.

No, because even though women *tend* toward more colors and men *tend* toward more motion, there are still variations across the board. It all depends on the exact makeup of your eyes, how many rods and cones you have for detecting light and hue.

YESSSSS! Now I just have to find one... Oh! And I'm going to need a pokéball. Can't forget that!

Oh! Can they do that with you? Like how I play fetch with my dog? Yay! We'll have something to do together!

I don't even know how to take care of a boyfriend. Like, how much do they eat? Do they need full sun? What do you do besides kiss it and put it back in the corner?

She's trying a new hand soap.

*throws confetti* Nobody cares.

Portable Networks Graphic, it's a type of photo file.

But, seriously, for the lobsters in the kitchen the ship sinking was winning the lottery.

Every girl is different. I was a late bloomer and all of my sisters were early.

Statistically speaking, it had to happen eventually, even if by accident, and I believe in positive reinforcement.

I am actually, but how did you know aRE YOU SPYING ON ME?!