Enn og aftur lítið að gera svo að ég fann nokkra goth "brandara" sem þið getið skemmt ykkur við að lesa:

I'm so goth I don't paint my nails black--I bash them with a hammer

I'm so goth, when I stop pouting, people ask, "What are YOU so happy about?"

goth #1: I'm so goth the smile muscles in my face have atrophied.
goth #2: I'm so goth the smile muscles in my face never GREW.
goth #3: What's a smile?


I'm so goth I ate a Happy Meal . . . because I like to live dangerous

I'm so goth the people at the suicide hotline have asked me to stop calling

I'm so goth nuns and priests resent me because I look cooler in black than them

and there u go!