cashfarley:

It’s okay. Smoke a blunt or somethin’. Walk it off.

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Damn, you didn’t fall for the shaky voice and tears. I don’t have a blunt.. Sadness.

cashfarley:

No, this is your payback. Enjoy.

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C-Cash..

cashfarley:

Nope. Nope. Not after that.

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“Hey Eugenia, does lift my breasts up?! What about now?!”

Eugenia? Oh my god, ahahah. Now I have images in my head! Help.

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peteyorke:

Other than trying desperately to defrost from the cold, not much. Movie night, party of one, What’s up with you, kid?

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Fun, fun. What movie? Or movies? Not much, just getting everything packed up and getting ready to leave. I was told to stay longer to fix things up, ugh. So I’m going to go snag some cake and then head home.

cashfarley:

Not a good mental image.

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Oops, love me.

cashfarley:

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What the fuck.

Yeah, it gets pretty dghjfdhgkj.

peteyorke:

Thanks.

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You’re very welcome, mister! So, what’s up?

cashfarley:

Ahahaha, that sounds more interesting than what I do. As long as it’s the sexy kind of underwear.

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Oh, so it’s interesting when they’re older ladies that shouldn’t be in that section and are looking for “sexy underwear?” No, Cash, no.

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cashfarley:

Eh. Sat around, listened to some noobs looking for games. The usual.

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Same here, except with underwear and stuff, not games.

peteyorke:

Nah, my mum is just freaky good with having us kids maintain a healthy diet at home. Every chance I get to indulge, I take. She never even has to know.

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I feel you. And I promise I will keep it a secret, ahah.