A Few Good Men are the lucky kernels of popcorn that didn’t get turned into charcoal. They’re the ones that popped perfectly, even after your microwave tried to murder them.
My popcorn was a disaster, but there were a few good men in there. I ate them and ignored the rest.
I popped popcorn at 10 PM. Only a few good men survived. The rest were just sad, burnt pieces of shame.
My mom called me a few good men. I don’t know why. Maybe I just ate all the good ones.
A Few Good Men are the Marines who think they’re the best. They’re the ones who take up the least space but cause the most trouble. They don’t need a lot, just a few good men to take over the world.
Recruiting poster says A Few Good Men. I think it means they’re just lazy and proud.
My cousin joined the Marines. He said he was a Few Good Men. I think he means he’s just a bit full of himself.
The USMC says they only need a few good men. I think they mean they’re just a few jerks who think they’re the best.
The slums of West Yorkshire where the worst troublemakers hang out. They’re loud, messy, and like to throw things at people and leave them in the middle of the road.
The fev kids threw eggs at my mum’s car and ran off laughing.
My uncle’s from fev and once tried to fight a whole bus full of people.
The fev gang came to my house and left a key of soap tablets in my bath.
A Fendi on Canal Street is a lying fake that looks like a real bag but it's just a cheap knockoff that falls apart when you need it the most, like it's been waiting to embarrass you in front of everyone.
My cousin bought a 'Fendi' for $20 on Canal Street. It broke in half during her job interview.
I tried to look fancy with my 'Fendi' bag, but it fell apart when I dropped it on the subway.
My mom wore her 'Fendi' to a fancy party, and it split open right when she got there.
A Fendi on Canal Street is a piece of junk that pretends to be high class, but it's just a rip-off that'll fail you when you're trying to impress someone.
My friend's 'Fendi' bag broke during a date, and he looked like a total loser.
I bought a 'Fendi' from Canal Street, and it tore apart when I tried to show it off at school.
My dad wore his 'Fendi' to a meeting, and it fell apart right when he was talking about big business.
A female Shaedon is a girl who loves being inside like a fat kid loves candy, but when she's outside, she screams like a banshee. She has a few friends, and she's either the weird one who talks to plants or the one who yells at you for not doing your chores. Don't ever say anything bad about her or she'll haunt your dreams.
I saw her outside once and she yelled at a pigeon. The pigeon flew away and she cried.
She threatened to tell my mom I didn't do my math homework. I still don't know how she found out.
She texted me at 2 a. m. to tell me she was going to fail my math test because I didn't help her.