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(813):

The worst part was when I went to go spit it out and rinse my mouth, his grandpa was in the bathroom, so I had to fucking wait. It was awful. I finally ran to the kitchen and prayed his parents didn't come out of their room.

To: Hermtits

(610):

My dad just asked if I could bring snacks to jail this weekend. Like what does he think this is, some type of adult play date?

(To: Cassanovadick)

(561):

Sorry, fell into some ass. Call you tomorrow.

(To: Jotaro, Mr. Hostar, Rerro-dick, Abdul)

(918):

I based a lot of our friendship on the fact that I thought you were crying from feeling so sad for me when I got crabs. I'm not sure if we can ever be as close now.