This is one of my favorite (if not my favorite) speech from Degrassi
9th grade. -
My date is orange, and Im sporting a screaming sunburn.
10th grade. -
Our limo driver, jim-boy-jed the criminal, delivers us in a cop cruiser.
11th grade. -
It gets worse. Half wacked on pain killers, I arrive with a date who doesnt like girls, on the special bus.
Hello everyone! Happy prom! Isn't this so perfectly festive?
(Jimmy: Are you finished?)
NO! My armpits hurt!
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