Let's be "Heathers"

Don't even.

I really liked the fat cunty reboot version of Heather Chandler.

It took time searching but I finally downloaded the entire 10 episodes before it was canceled.

Nasty.

I'm the dad who loves his dead gay son.

I'm "How very."

I'm breakfast brain tumor.

I'm licking it up!

I'm playing Barbies with Ronni.

I'm the game show host.

I’m the chainsaw. I get a lot of pussy.

I'm here to represent the majority of DL members. My name is Martha Dumptruck.

I'm being a Megabitch!

I haven't landed yet.

I’m bulimia. I’m so ‘87.

I'm shower nozzle masturbation materiel.

I've been spelled correctly.

Heather Duke's "pulled dick."

I’m Kurt and Ram killing themselves last night in a repressed homosexual suicide pact.

No WAY!

I'm Shannon Doherty's career before she pissed off everyone in Hollywood!

I'm the killed "hot snatch?”

I'm mineral water.

I am Chaos. I killed the dinosaurs, darling.

I'm Heather's aerobically ass.

I'm SUCH a pillowcase.

I'm Tater Tots.

I'm the lunchtime poll. Fear me!

I’m the great pate.

I'm the corn nuts.

I'm Christian Slater's pre-Columbine trenchcoat chic.

I'll be the reindeer games no one at Westerberg is going to let you play.

I'm Veronica's teen angst bullshit, and I now have a body count!

We're the countless date rapes and AIDS jokes the school will be deprived of thanks to Kurt and Ram's "suicide".

Plain or BBQ, r27?

Ok, so now that Heather is dead, can I be red?

I am white lace ruffle ankle socks with black patent-leather shoes.

Veronica and the Heathers frequently wear me while playing croquet.

I'm Hot Probs.

I'm Veronica's big tits, exhibited at the convenience store.

I'm bulimia, and I'm so '87.

I'm Veronicas monocle.

There was a bar in the lower east village called Heathers, was a weird place like a group of friends who just wanted a place to hang out and get drunk together. Every hour the music would break so someone could go 'onstage' and read the most bizarre diary entries. Total dive, doubt it still exists.

I'm the Bell Jar cliff notes.

I'm red.

I'm the flamenco Madonna poster in Heather McNamara's bedroom.

I'm pate.

I am such a megabitch, because I can be.

I'm Heather McNamara, and I look 35.

I'm Teenage Suicide

I'm the Rumson party. I suck.

I’m the damn tribe of withered old bitches protesting all because Glenn Miller and his band once took a shit there.

I’m also the pack of thermals attached to the boiler.

I'm the cigarette lighter in the car

I’m Jack Nicholson. Christian Slater owes me half his salary.

I’m an idiot.

R40, brilliant!

I'm Thanksgiving in Africa. Pilgrims, tater tots.

I'm on T.V.

Is the TV series that never launched because of shootings available anywhere?

r53, episodes 1&2 were shown but it was put on hold after the terrible HS shootings and never shown in America. I believe HBO whored the series in foreign markets before id canceled the show. .

If you want to find anything on the internet search: Watch whatever online free . Sometimes you have to be more specific and in this instance : Watch Heathers 2018 online free 123 . 123 is a streaming aggregator. or use openload or putlocker . But make sure your antivirus is updated and you have something like Sysinternals Process Explorer running so that you can shut down your browser if any screaming meemies popup and block you screen. Also keep an ad blocker running as the nasties hied themselves as adverts. Run CCleaner and delete your session. Sometimes it's all about the hunt.

I'm Veronica's dresser with punctuation mark handles.

I'm oregano, Veronica's favorite herb.

Im the alternative ending in heaven

I'm a bunch of tuneless Eurofags.

I’m

POOR LITTLE HEATHER

I’m Veronica’s mum when she finds Veronica hanging in her room and regrets she didn’t let her take that job at the mall.

This thread was started 13 hours ago and is up to 60 replies and no one has even mentioned me yet.

I'm going to tape a suicide note to my body and walk out in traffic.

I’m Hull Clean.

I'm Big Fun!

r61, meet r10

I'm "Oh, the humanity!"

I'm the lion. With a remote control bomb up my butt.

I'm Courtney, and I'm giving it all to the homeless. Every cent.

I'm, like, one of the top brokers in the state.

I’m croquet.

I'm greetings and salutations.

I'm J.D.'s shot-off middle finger, trying to find a warm hole.

I'm Veronica's careening and totally undecipherable diary handwriting.

I'm the corn nuts!

I'm all of the online film quoting sites that most of you here have used to copy and paste their quotes and/or ideas. Hee! I win!

I'm where she's going.

She's going to CRY.

I'm adequate mourning times.

I'm the chainsaw that's just fucked Heather #1, ever so gently.

I'm the arrival of Heather M's mother.

"C'mon, whoever wants a ride!"

I'm the red scrunchy

I'm the pâté.

I'm Country Club Keith's weird thinning hair and sexy BDF.

I'm the painfully forced plot point that Veronica can mimic other people's handwriting exactly.

I'm the demeaning blowjob Heather Chandler performs on the Remington College frat boy.

Im Westerberg's open door policy for assholes.

I'm life, and I suck.

I'm what she wrote so eloquently in her suicide note, which is THE WAY that LIFE can SUCK!

I'm Jesus Christ, and I'm in The Book.

I'm bottled water, which has come a long way, but not in Ohio.

I'm the Joan Crawford post card.

I'm Betty Finn. I probably miss my own birthday party for a date. The actress that portrays me is Charlie Sheen's sister.

I'm played by an Asian girl in the reboot.

I'm the ugly nerd who stupidly flips the bird to Kurt and Ram.

I like to suck big dicks! Or, uh... Mmmm! Mmmm! I can't get enough of 'em!

I'm Kurt's football phone.

I 'm not a Heather. I'm a Veronica. Sawyer.

I'm the word "eskimo," underlined in Moby Dick.

I'm myriad

I'm R95, and I don't bother reading previous posts.

Ironically, R15 is also R61 lol (H/t to R64)

In R61's defence, he has R10 on [italic]ignore[/italic].

I'm the supposedly harmless "Ich Lüge" bullets. "Ich Lüge" is German for "I'm Lying."

I’m the MTV video games.

I'm a sexually explicit photography exhibit involving tennis rackets.

I'm shower-nozzle masturbation fantasies for weeks.

I'm Shannen Doherty's wonky face.

I'm Heather Chandler's lunchtime poll.

I'm Heather Chandler's ever-present shoulder pads.

I’m not listening, J.D.

I, like, totally blew my allowance.

I wanted to be r100.

I'm Tracy, the Sarah Gilbert lookalike stoner.

I'm a great pate that won't get eaten since Veronica has to motor to the funeral.

I'm the hatred of being labelled a coward. I can be used to convince people to do /anything/.

I'm two ruined pairs of pants.

I'm a slushy. Did you say cherry or coke?

I'm the five that keeps the neighborhood alive

I'm Heather M's damage.

I'm Ram's pecs.

I'm Veronica's fucking speech that you're not even worth.

The TV version was shown as a mini-series last summer. But they didn't show the last episode, where everybody dies. The show is also avalible on Amazon Prime. I really enjoyed the show and was looking forward to the second season, which was to have the same cast, but the Heathers would be in Victorian ages.

BTW: I'm the lunch time poll.

I am the TV cameras that happened onto the cleansing synchronicity in the cafeteria.

I'm the tasty big dicks of which there can never be enough.

I’m Veronica in the reboot. The actress playing me isn’t as good as Winona Ryder, but my character takes a turn you wouldn’t expect.

R117, it was probably the show that I liked the most that premiered in the past couple of years. I just rewatched the season this past week. So funny, so well-written, and the production design was great. I loved the Heathers and Selma Blair as Heather Duke’s mom. It was the pitch-black satire you wanted from a Heathers show and was in some ways much darker than the movie.

If you are a Heathers fan and haven’t seen it, definitely check it out. I couldn’t recommend it enough.

Also, JD is hot in it and gay in real life.

Shut up, Pauline @ r107

I'm the frat house mirror onto which Heather No. 1 spits out her post-BJ mouthwash and dignity.