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So yeah, shit talkers seem to come and go. And they only go after I talk to them, or beat their asses. The only reason I'm writing this is because I know someone will read it and it'll probably get around...ha. Just like me, right Danny? You fucking cunt. I never had a problem with you until I heard what you were saying about me. If my reputation wasn't fucked enough as is already, your ass would be fucked. All I have to say to you is that you're a dick. Why don't you say hi anymore, Danny? Found out I heard you were the one talking shit? Hey, Danny, what noise do I make when I walk? Fucking cunt. Come up with something better. I'm a whore, am I? Say it to my face.
Paige/Oscar/gender-bender or whatever the fuck else you call yourself-- yeah. I've been pissed at you too. We were cool too, until I found out you do to me what you do to all of your other ex's: find a girl, and then trash talk the ex's. Fuck you. Like I've mentioned three times before-- got something to say? Fucking say it to my face. How many guys have a been with? ha. Really now? I'm a whore? haha, what does that make you?
andrea and her friend Jackie. Now there's some serious shit. Normally-- I don't use names in these fucking blogs. I use codes so that no one will know who the fuck I'm talking about... but right now-- fuck what you think. You all can form your opinions about me and spread them around-- so here it goes: these are my opinions on you assholes.
I don't even know who the fuck you two are, other than Andrea is Oscar's ex, and Jackie is Andrea's "bestest" fucking friend. I don't know what the fuck your problems are with me. My personal life/decisions are mine. So fuck what you think. I don't care. But the moment I start to hear your opinions vioced, and the moment I start to get a little pissed, believe me, fuckers... you won't see the end of it until we get shit straightened out--or I beat your ass. Either way I feel some kind of closure.
And yes, I was talking to a few of my friends about you two today at the park, where we coincidentally ran into eachother. Quite frankly-- I told my buddy that I didn't want to go hang out over where you were because you are the two girls I'm having the most problems with at school--as a matter of fact, you two are the only broads I'm having a fucking problem with. You want to call me a whore-- go for it. You want to spread rumors about me-- go for it. But believe me, listen to the grapevine for long enough, and you'll start hearing that I'm looking for you and I want to kick your ass. And if I'm not mistaken, that's probably what you've already heard.
Now to clear things up... what exactly have I been hearing? Hmm:
"Hey, Jo, I'm gunna kick that Andrea-girl's ass. You know she was telling those girls over there hat you're a whore... and that you'll sleep with any guy??"
"Hey, Jo! What's up? You wanna know what I heard that guy that hangs out in your group say about you? He said when you walk... you make a noise like this (and then this person claps their hands)."
Haha, clever. Cunt. Fuck you, Danny. Is that how it sounds when I walk?
"Yeah, Danny doesn't give you hugs anymore because he says you get around too much, and he doesn't know what you have."
"Well, I heard Danny say that Oscar's the one that's saying most of the shit about, so don't get too mad at him."
And you want to know what's funny? Today we ran into little Ms. Andrea and Jackie at the park. My buddy didn't like that so much. And she's one crazy bitch. I didn't want to see anything go down at that point in time, because first off-- I didn't want to get shit for fucking someone up while my family members are on the other side of the park. Second, in the middle of a playground, where 5-6 year old kids are playing around with a bunch of parents who have cell phones is not my ideal place to kick someone's ass. Especially if I don't have grounds for beting their ass.
Now...
If I talk to any of the four above mentioned people, and then I fond out this shit I've been hearing is true... I'll kick your ass. So be ready, please. If I find out it's not true... then fuck it. It's over. I'm done, and you should be too. My name shouldn't fucking come out of your mouth ever again.
Fuck it. We'll see what happens in a little while.
Paige/Oscar/gender-bender or whatever the fuck else you call yourself-- yeah. I've been pissed at you too. We were cool too, until I found out you do to me what you do to all of your other ex's: find a girl, and then trash talk the ex's. Fuck you. Like I've mentioned three times before-- got something to say? Fucking say it to my face. How many guys have a been with? ha. Really now? I'm a whore? haha, what does that make you?
andrea and her friend Jackie. Now there's some serious shit. Normally-- I don't use names in these fucking blogs. I use codes so that no one will know who the fuck I'm talking about... but right now-- fuck what you think. You all can form your opinions about me and spread them around-- so here it goes: these are my opinions on you assholes.
I don't even know who the fuck you two are, other than Andrea is Oscar's ex, and Jackie is Andrea's "bestest" fucking friend. I don't know what the fuck your problems are with me. My personal life/decisions are mine. So fuck what you think. I don't care. But the moment I start to hear your opinions vioced, and the moment I start to get a little pissed, believe me, fuckers... you won't see the end of it until we get shit straightened out--or I beat your ass. Either way I feel some kind of closure.
And yes, I was talking to a few of my friends about you two today at the park, where we coincidentally ran into eachother. Quite frankly-- I told my buddy that I didn't want to go hang out over where you were because you are the two girls I'm having the most problems with at school--as a matter of fact, you two are the only broads I'm having a fucking problem with. You want to call me a whore-- go for it. You want to spread rumors about me-- go for it. But believe me, listen to the grapevine for long enough, and you'll start hearing that I'm looking for you and I want to kick your ass. And if I'm not mistaken, that's probably what you've already heard.
Now to clear things up... what exactly have I been hearing? Hmm:
"Hey, Jo, I'm gunna kick that Andrea-girl's ass. You know she was telling those girls over there hat you're a whore... and that you'll sleep with any guy??"
"Hey, Jo! What's up? You wanna know what I heard that guy that hangs out in your group say about you? He said when you walk... you make a noise like this (and then this person claps their hands)."
Haha, clever. Cunt. Fuck you, Danny. Is that how it sounds when I walk?
"Yeah, Danny doesn't give you hugs anymore because he says you get around too much, and he doesn't know what you have."
"Well, I heard Danny say that Oscar's the one that's saying most of the shit about, so don't get too mad at him."
And you want to know what's funny? Today we ran into little Ms. Andrea and Jackie at the park. My buddy didn't like that so much. And she's one crazy bitch. I didn't want to see anything go down at that point in time, because first off-- I didn't want to get shit for fucking someone up while my family members are on the other side of the park. Second, in the middle of a playground, where 5-6 year old kids are playing around with a bunch of parents who have cell phones is not my ideal place to kick someone's ass. Especially if I don't have grounds for beting their ass.
Now...
If I talk to any of the four above mentioned people, and then I fond out this shit I've been hearing is true... I'll kick your ass. So be ready, please. If I find out it's not true... then fuck it. It's over. I'm done, and you should be too. My name shouldn't fucking come out of your mouth ever again.
Fuck it. We'll see what happens in a little while.