To love a TV show is to know one of two things: Either it will eventually leave you, or you will eventually leave it. There’s no middle ground for the committed. Once you’re in, you’re in, and you’re going to be in until the thing is canceled or until you lose interest because you’ve either figured out all of the show’s tricks or it’s just not the same anymore. That show you loved more than anything? It will eventually feel sort of old and pointless to you after a while, and you’ll have moved on to some new thing that feels fresher but will inevitably disappoint you somewhere down the line. And so it goes. You’ll someday remember that show you loved with such intensity—it will probably be off the air by this point—and you’ll wonder idly why they don’t make ’em like that anymore. The answer is because you’re not who you were anymore, and you can’t fall for a show like that because you’re no longer the same person.
The booty in the season 1-2~ish opening credits
emma when she was giving head for wristbands and hazel when she pretended to be jamaican
Manny when she got drunk and took her top off on camera :/marco but before he became full blown gay when he was just the nigga who won the dance contest and walked off with the 2 girls
jimmy when he was michael jackson and his pants ripped
JT when he had a Kittie poster hanging in his bedroom and Liberty because I am a B-plot character and unjustifiably slept on
ashley when she went goth and emma when she was bulimic