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A Collection

Me: "Credit Card Mailings! Confetti for your trash can!"

Grandma Bonietta(No, I'm not joking. That's her real name.)'s Letter: "It sure was nice out side today that I washed clothes and hung them outside." ...yeah. Ow.

faithlynn: "Aba doo! Aba dooba! Frreeowwww. Brrrbrrrbrrrbrrbrrbrr. Rrrr. Rraawwr. *blows raspberry* Wheeeee!! Ooo doo doo! Bitch, I will cut you! Doo doo doo."

faithlynn: "Will you put this back in the fridge for me because you love me to beices and pits?"
Me: "Bwaahhh? Pits?"
faithlynn: And bieces. *proceeds to try to talk with a chopstick clenched between her teeth* Foo eeritphated me so much I pfucked up zha letters. *notices I'm typing this, takes chopstick out* FUCK YOU, BITCH!
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I would give background, but not even I am that obscene. I think you'll get the gist pretty quickly...

faithlynn: They're actually discussing this shit in public. And giggling. We should kill them. And steal their sandwiches.
Me: My thoughts EXACTLY. I need a cigarette after that! I was afraid she'd draw an illustration.
faithlynn: omg. She DID...with her WORDS! Scarred for life wtf. Can we say "too much information?" That's like, the DEFINITION of it. They should die a slow death on an overheated radiator.
Me: I was thinking choking. On their sandwich. But that would be a horrible waste of sandwich. Maybe they could choke on the OBJECT that was just under discussion. If they continue, I may vomit.
faithlynn: "I think I just thew up in my mouth a little." ...we could strangle them with the X-mas lights. *helpful*
Me: Bitches & Hos!
faithlynn:...your MOM!
Me: I kinda wanna scream "NEVER HAVE CHILDREN" and follow up with a fierce bout of shifty eyes.
faithlynn: Never have children or say "I love you". To anyone. EVER.
Me: Omg let's leave. Like now. I can't take this.
faithlynn: Ok. Fuck, they're making me stupid!

-fin-
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I concur.
*facepalm*
Oh my God, I hate the internet.
Doubtful. Worst WordArt ever.
Check!
Oh I won't. They're fresh out of apostrophes so there's no place for me.
Even Jesus is jealous!
True! Hurrah! May we burn 'er?
Whoever made this is so going to hell.
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Oh dear...
Hee! Very scared. Oh I do... trust me.
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Snrrrrkkk! Ugh.








...Also, your mom's a whore.
Tags: snrrrk, teh flatmate
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