I’ll never stop loving the fact that something this trivial absolutely fucking terrifies some otherwise badass bitches. The incongruity is delicious.
“Cut me, Daddy! Throw me down a flight of stairs! Punch me in the face, punch a baby into me, and then punch my code into the ATM so we can buy some Plan B and a cold compress!
“But, uh, y’know… don’t, like, poke me in the ribs with your fingertips, or, I mean, scratch my insole with your fingernail… or whatever. That— that shit’s just not right.”
Girls are nonsense. Pure nonsense.