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i hate how my last message on here from this account was “my breath smells like deviled eggs” wtf was i thinking 

HAHA u got locked out of here HAHAHSH

KYLE COME BACK I MISS BEING YOUR FRIEEEND-

Kyle Broflovski

@hypnotictouch yummy?

Child. 

/ dropping this , don’t mind me uwu
          
          the four boys were currently inside their designated school bus, riding over to school. the brunet stared at the back of the ginger boy’s head, shooting daggers at the back of his beloved ushanka with his darkened, coffee-tinged eyes. he wanted nothing more than to throw several punches at his head and knock him out right then and there, but he couldn’t... actually, what *was* stopping him?
          
          he was currently fuming because he was forced to go to swimming lessons during the summer that was quickly approaching in a few more days, and he wanted to scream at the top of his lungs as he was told by his BITCH mom! 
          
          fuck it! 
          
          he swiftly got up onto his feet, and swung at kyle’s head, making kenny gasp loudly, and stan jump back. his fat fist collided with the back of the eldest broflovski child’s head, as he simultaneously howled in anger. why not take his anger out on kyle? he was his punching bag anyway, and vice versa. 

/ my breath smells like deviled eggs

/ ppl really be killing themselves without any thought behind it . i don ' t mean this to be disrespectful , but please , think before you act on it . sick of losing friends :,)

The young girl stared at him. "Kyle, is that you?" She hadn't seen him in a while, so this was rather interesting to her.