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So, I call up Celia, because she's my HOT SHIT SIXTH GRADER FRIEND AND EVERYONE ELSE HAS LIVES, and Matt answers the phone. Gah, that kid's one helluva fucker.
The usual conversation:
"Hello?"
"Is Celia there?"
"No!" in some snotty voice.
and then I just hang up.
But this time Celia was there, so I told her how I hate it when he answers the phone and how he's a buttface, and he was like, "Well guess what? Fuck you!".
DOES HE NOT REMEMBER THE GAME!? OR SKINNY DIPPING IN CANADA!?!?!
Sigh face.
SOMEONE EFFING CALL ME: 301.696.9109.
I'm going to Celia's tomorrow and we're going to get Starbucks //who wants to come?// FUCKERS.
The usual conversation:
"Hello?"
"Is Celia there?"
"No!" in some snotty voice.
and then I just hang up.
But this time Celia was there, so I told her how I hate it when he answers the phone and how he's a buttface, and he was like, "Well guess what? Fuck you!".
DOES HE NOT REMEMBER THE GAME!? OR SKINNY DIPPING IN CANADA!?!?!
Sigh face.
SOMEONE EFFING CALL ME: 301.696.9109.
I'm going to Celia's tomorrow and we're going to get Starbucks //who wants to come?// FUCKERS.