Ryden Kik

clvii

Brendick: I need

Brendick: to go to CVS

Brendick: or any other store really idc

Brendick: and pick me up some medicine

Brendick: and you know what that medicine will be

Brendick: diequil

Ryro: big fucking mood

Brendick: s t o p

Brendick: s a y i n g

Brendick: m o o d

Ryro: m a k e m e

Brendick: ;)

Ryro: ;)

Zeee: uhgghhgg

Zeee: stop making me feel lonely

Brendick: sorry ?

Ryro: honestly by now you should've accepted the fact that you're gonna be lonely forever

Brendick: b i g m o o d

Ryro: excuse me

Zeee: ok rude

Ryro: I mean yeah but like

Ryro: your last relationship was in second grade

Ryro: and it lasted for one day

Ryro: its true honey

Zeee: I didn't say it wasn't true

Zeee: I just don't like hearing it ok

Brendick: wait hold up y'all have known each other since second grade

Ryro: longer

Zeee: we used to be neighbors

Ryro: but then the bitch moved and left me all alone

Zeee: ok I literally only moved to the other side of town

Zeee: we were like ten minutes away

Zeee: fifteen if there was traffic

Ryro: you still abandoned me

Zeee: mhm

Zeee: at least I was there when you were born

Zeee: you weren't there when I was

Ryro: BITCH

Ryro: I LITERALLY COULDNT HAVE BEEN THERE

Ryro: I WASNT FUCKING ALIVE

Brendick: wait Ry

Brendick: were your parents there

Ryro: I don't fucking know I wasn't born

Zeee: they were

Ryro: how do you know bitch

Zeee: my dad takes pictures of everything

Brendick: wait so technically you were there

Brendick: cause you're only two months younger than her

Brendick: so if your mom was there

Brendick: in a way, you were too

Ryro: true

Zeee: shit

Zeee: since when are you the smart one

Brendick: lol I'm not

Zeee: hm

Zeee: good point

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There was some major shade thrown in band yesterday and now y'all get to hear all about it
I mean some of it isn't really shade but its funny soooo

Band director: I honestly don't understand how you guys keep messing this up. You're literally all resting for ten measures except for the trombones. All you have to do is count to three ten times
Charlie: I don't think I can do that sir
Band director: yeah I know you fucking can't that's why we're having this conversation

Band director: ok, trumpets, I understand that you haven't played this rhythm since 3rd grade, but I need you to do it again now
Katie (trumpet): well at least we're playing and not sitting out for two weeks because of a concussion (aimed at a trombone, Patrick)
Patrick: at least we can actually play our instrument
Katie: well at least you can actually hear us playing
Patrick: at least we know fucking basic rhythms, bitch

Band director: alright, so the intro is all percussion, but its pretty hard, so let's see how it goes
Peter: Mr. Campus, I don't think the intro is good enough for us
Band director: yeah, right. You idiots couldn't play a quarter note to save your lives

Band director: alright so the melody is pretty tricky. You're going pretty fast at notes you can barely hit
Jack: *joking* I think the melody sounds pretty easy
Band director: yeah well what do you know, you're a percussionist. *in a mocking tone* "I'm a percussionist, I just hit things.  What's a B flat?"

Band director: *has band play without percussion, it goes to hell* you guys can't rely on the eight morons in the back to keep the beat for you. What if they mess up? Then everything is fucked
Savannah (flute): to be fair, I'm pretty sure they're just bullshitting their way through half of these songs, so I think we'll be fine