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T: First of all, WHY DIDN'T YOU PICK UP THE GODDAMN PHONE???
T: secondly, WHY THE FUCK IS YOUR RINGTONE STUPID HOE BY NICKI MINAJ????

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J: OH MY FUCKING GOD
T: POSEIDON QUIVERS BEFORE HIM

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T: What the fuck is a 'sleep'
T: I only know coffee and regrets

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J: Fuck
T: Me
J: Absolutely
T: What?
J: What?

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T: I have no idea what I'm doing but I know I'm doing it really, really well

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J: bitch I've made sims prettier than you
T: You have Sims?
J: Yeah, I downloaded it from Wally's account
T: oh, cool. I hacked the game company when I was 10 and downloaded everything they've ever made

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T: i need something cold right fucking now
J: Come here, I have no issue with drowning you in the lake

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J: You still owe me $520
T: No I don't. It's in ur top right desk drawer
J: The locked one?
T: Yeah. Isn't lock picking great? Now I owe you a letter opener.
J: You stole my letter opener?
T: Shut up. It's been three months, and u didn't even notice
J: I did notice. I thought that I'd misplaced it
T: Hey, I warned you. A deal's a deal. No letter opener until Birdflash is married. If you get a new one, I'm stealing that too. I thought about taking more money, but I figured the letter opener would be more annoying.
J: How fucking perceptive.

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T: I mean, that's technically an idea
T: and honestly I amazed someone with your intelligence managed to get that far

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J: If only your security was as tight as your ass

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T: How's your boyfriend
J: don't have one
T: yeah I know, I just wanted to remind you
J: how's your dad

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J: You want to see me suffer
D: Actually it's cause we all have money on you and if we win we'll take you out for food

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J: If you had to separate your dog from 49 other identical dogs that were all equally excited to see you, how would you determine which dog is yours?
T: I would take my 50 dogs home and live like a king

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T: I dunno man, chips r a pretty high maintenance snack
J: How the fuck are chips "high maintenance"
T: u gotta like, taste 'em and stuff

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J: Listen, when life gives you lemons, you give life a c4

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T: How do I look?
J: With your eyes
T: GETTING REAL TIRED OF YOUR SHIT

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J: Well one of us is gonna have to change
J: I recommend you do it, because you fucking suck and no one likes you

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T: he's
T:
T: flustered
J: NEVER USE THAT WORD AGAIN

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