I watched in horror as a physically evident grown adult man infiltrated this high school and lied his way into the lives of an entire grieving family in order to get close to a high school girl he had a terrifying fixation on. “Why don’t you have a seat?” sings another Hansen as he walks into the room holding printed out email correspondence.

She really got herself a mouthful of those stompers. Also, this was very much a night on Omegle.

Harley’s heartbreak after losing an egg sandwich, I felt that shit! This was bonkers and I loved every glitter-filled bloody second of it! Fuck me up, Harleen Quinzel, you ultimate Bernie Bro!