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[kid_skin]

I'm going to go to Mexico and stalk the mighty Chupacabras with, like, a flaming crossbow. If anyone wants to go on a road trip, you should totally come. Especially if you have a car. Uh, or a crossbow. Or general combat experience. Does anyone know what happened to that place in the village that used to do uh, like...famous paintings on cookies

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[hatesbears]

Fingers fucking crossed you'll come back in two weeks as a bloodless corps with puncture wounds in your fucking neck.

[kid_skin]

I'll do my best to make your wishes for my Vampirism to come true, Rose Bloom.

[hatesbears]

STOP WITH THE FUCKING NAME.

And it was first grade I called you Jonass, year before was Cootie kid. Second grade was Retard. Third grade was Tool. Fourth grade was Retarded tool. Fifth grade was Cocksucker. Sixth grade was Jack Off Jonass. Seventh grade was Cuntsucking bitch. Eighth grade was Fuckass. Ninth grade was Ass Sucking Fuckface. Tenth grade was Cumbucket. Eleventh grade was Castrated Fuckwank. Twelfth grade was Dogfucker Fairy Boy.

[kid_skin]

Why? It flows even better than Pop Rocks, Rose Bloom.

Sixth grade was awesome.

[hatesbears]

I'm going to fucking sell you into fucking WHITE SLAVERY the minute you get to fucking Mexico.

You just say that because it was the grade I got a rack.

[kid_skin]

Kickass, you can ride shotgun in the car.

Uh no, that was more like seventh.

[hatesbears]

What.

Sixth, I got them BEFORE fucking carpet muching Jennifer Brintz.