Q: Are you wearing pleather pants?
A: Yes. I was eighteen!
Q: Are those your tonsils?
A: You can't really see them. Can you?
Q: Is she drinking a Zima?
A: If it's not a Zima, I don't know what it is. Seriously... what is that?
Those pants weren't machine washable. They couldn't be dry cleaned either. If I remember correctly, I bought them at Rave for $10. I can't count how many times I wore them to the club. I wiped them down with soap and water a few times. That killed the germs, right?