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lookin like a naked mole rat, has nasty red hair with lice. when you walk by her eyelashes fall off. her eyebrows look like they were smeared on with shit. SHE AINT NEVER GET NO HUsband. a tad overweight but thats okay bc people dont notice bc shes constintly throwing her tits at people. Will spread her legs for anything that breathes. ratchet bitch that fucks with all the scrubs of the school. Hopefully she dies of caridiac arrest in the foreseeable future.
drama hungry bitches are usually friends with her
will probably do heiroin
haley f; i tried to fuck someones man
everyone else; continues on with life like nobody said anything
Someone who is better then the things around her. Especially you Bitches!
I'm in your phone as this f Deborah
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Brown hair, regular brown eyes, cute face shape, very unique, crops tops, Russian. Obsessed with tik tok, Gilmore Girls, It and Reddie. Loud, very loud. Sassy, loves scenarios, in love with every actor ever. Funny, very easy to get along with. Goes with the flow. Knows how to argue her way out of debates. Has a little sister. Loves going on walks to cafe/asthetic places. Everything needs to be aesthetic. Fun to be around. Will beat someone if they hurt her friend.
Lisa: Mira F want to go to Starbucks
Mira F: Of course!
Man plays too many video games, you’ll never believe what happens next... John F kenedy
(Brad is playing video games in white kitchen. Enter Amy)
Amy: Honey, are you still playing that game?
Brad: Yeah, I’m on level 56. Now go away, you’re distracting me.
Amy: Brad, I just got this letter from my doctor. I have nose cancer!
Brad: Gross! I’m divorcing you, but not until my games over.
(Later. In parking garage, Brad enters with suitcase. He sees a Rolls Royce.)
Brad: WOW! That’s an expensive car! I’ll bet the guy who owns that is super rich.
(Amy exits the car.)
Brad: Amy! But, but how...?!
Amy: You see, after you told me you were leaving me, I stole this car to teach you a lesson. So you see, you can’t leave me if you’re dead!
(Amy jumps back in the car and runs Brad down. She gets out and leans over his crumpled body as he dies.)
Amy: So you see, there was no nose cancer, you were the cancer all along.
(Fade to white)
Dhar Mann: Hey Dhar Mann Fam! I hope you liked that message about why you should play too many video games and piss off your wife. Remember, we’re not just sharing videos, we’re changing lives!
A night of frivolity usually unstructured and starting at a bar.
When a group of friends meets at their local watering hole and sees where the night will take them.
"Hey, what are you guys doing tonight?
Not too sure were just going to f the beat."
The f-tard feels no pain, as we taste it (in the sense we mean), and is retard-strong, reducing internal microstate density. The stratification of f-tard order dictates a greater entropy (social degree of disorder) in the surrounding grand scheme. Respect for the "ultimate disabled" is an inversion. Wasted time is what really cripples us, what the time demon, entropy, inhabits and feeds on. The mind is what counts. Conscious awareness is the fourth dimension. Sharing graciously, owing a debt of gratitude for the health we enjoy, the cards we were dealt. I wasn't meant to live.
Fooling with the f-tard is like taking on a midget. You can't win