July 2011
Girl- Talk to her
Boy- I don’t know. She won’t ever like me
Girl- Of course she will. Your amazing
Boy- I just want her to know how I feel
Girl- Then tell her
Boy- She wont like me. . . .
Girl- How do you know that?
Boy- I can just tell
Girl- Well just tell her
Boy- What should I say?
Girl- Tell her how much you like her.
Boy- I tell her that daily.
Girl- What do you mean?
Boy- Im always with her. I love her.
Girl- I know how you feel. I have the same problem. But he’ll never like me. . . .
Boy- Wait. Who do you like?
Girl- Oh some boy
Boy- She wont like me either
Girl- She does
Boy- How do you know?
Girl- Because who wouldn’t like you?
Boy- You
Girl- You’re right I dont like you. I love you
Boy- I Love You too
Girl- So are you gonna talk to her?
Boy- I just did.
When someone calls me a bitch.
At first I’m like:
And then I’m like:
And if they still talk shit I’m like:
And finally, to get them to shut the fuck up, I’m like:
Insult me:
Insult my friends:
Insult my bestfriend:
Insult my Family:
Insult my intelligence:
Insult my appearance:
Insult my personality:
Insult my hometown:
Insult my crush:
Insult my Tumblr:
Insult some bitch I don’t like:
El Chavo Del Ocho. :)
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