I’ll tell you all my secrets, but I lie about my past…
HOMAHGAH. We woke up this morning to this series of texts to Alan’s phone, to which, for some reason, we replied:
So if u c ne missing prsns repoorts for a grl named Jasmines, I have her #. lololol. your. and such.
*facepalm* god. she cant even spell her own name.
That just made my day. Nice.
You think she made the connection between drugs and not knowing her own mother’s phone number? Geez.
I’d have responded too. How could you not?
I was trying to get alan to lie or be snarky, but he couldn’t do it. Sigh.
my faith in humanity is crushed by that girl’s grammar, restored by your husband’s honesty, and basically i need to go wash my pants because i soiled them laughing.
*SMACK* ho. lee. crap. People are duuuuuuumb.
I can relate, ya know? I’ve always grew up too fast too.
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*facepalm* god. she cant even spell her own name.
That just made my day. Nice.
You think she made the connection between drugs and not knowing her own mother’s phone number? Geez.
I’d have responded too. How could you not?
I was trying to get alan to lie or be snarky, but he couldn’t do it. Sigh.
my faith in humanity is crushed by that girl’s grammar, restored by your husband’s honesty, and basically i need to go wash my pants because i soiled them laughing.
*SMACK* ho. lee. crap. People are duuuuuuumb.
I can relate, ya know? I’ve always grew up too fast too.