I hate my friends.
I love them.
You spoke with one.
the rest must be rad, though.
Nope.
They're all assholes.
At least they're fun to talk to.
I still can't believe he took my phone.
Vincent's hands have been on my phone.
Excuse me while I burn it.
Aw, Vincent is a cute name.
Vincent isn't cute.
You can't judge that, you hate everything.
I don't hate everything.
Just you.
no, you vehemently dislike me.
get your facts straight, babe.
No, you're back to being hated.
Vincent keeps calling me 'baby' because of you.
'want some toast, baby?'
'can you chuck me the remote, baby?'
He won't let me live it down.
Maybe he just likes calling you baby?
No, he's just being an asshole.
Well unless he stalked through our texts, he doesn't know I call you babe more.
which you should most definitely stop.
why?
because I could still be a fifty year old man.
pics or it didn't happen.
what?
take a picture of your old ass face and I'll believe you're fifty.
one image attached
That still has the stock image watermark on it.
I did stock image modelling, what can I say?
This is my personal favourite.
You look good for your age.
I know
Not meaning to sound conceited or anything.
Never.
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