16 October 2006, by Webmaster
Fug-Out Boy
PETE WENTZ: YEAH! This party is AWESOME!
MICHELLE TRACHTENBERG: I hate everything about this whole night.
PETE: Wicked!
MICHELLE: Oh, stop it. No one who’s wearing what could pass for a flower basket on his head is allowed to call anything "wicked."
PETE: Rad!
MICHELLE: Sigh. I suppose this is what I get for maybe-dating a guy who commissioned a grown-up version of his favorite childhood pajamas. Are those multicolored boomboxes? I mean... really? WHY is this happening to me? (...)