You piece of shit.

{INDIE MICHAEL JONES RP BLOG. DEFINITELY NOT MICHAEL JONES. WILL NOT WRITE SMUT JUST A WARNING.}

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probably going to be on my oc blog forever guys. sorry for the false hope that i’d be back.

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(( so my desktop computer crashed and i just found my laptop charger so that’s why i disappeared.

sorry friends i will try to be better. ))

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[text; captain numero dos] I think I’ll be fine with water, man. [text; captain numero dos] Like I said, give me ten minutes.

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[text; fresh meat #1] Ah, the healthy choice. What a brave man.

Ryan pressed the ‘send’ button, chuckling to himself as he prepared the griddle and the ingredients, enough to make an extra couple in case either of them got hungry later. Which would happen, knowing them.

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[text; captain numero dos] Yeah, yeah. Just don’t want to take too much of your food today.

Grabbing his coat, heading out because like hell is he even going to bother driving when all of them live so close together, he smirks. Oh hell yeah, this is great. After the week they’ve all had with homework, this’ll be awesome.

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[text; fake scottish fuck] Seriously, though, were you *that* drunk?

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[text; fresh meat #1] I’m not proud, Michael.

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[text; fake scottish fuck] You shouldn’t be.

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[text; fake scottish fuck] That’s fucking disgusting. [text; fake scottish fuck] Remind me to throw it at Gavin tomorrow.

[bloodykinghaywood-deactivated20]

[text; fresh meat #1] Tell that to all the Scots who wear it traditionally and always have.

[text; fresh meat #1] Will do, though.

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[text; fake scottish fuck] Seriously, though, were you *that* drunk?

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[text; captain numero dos] Nah, I’m cool with whatever as long as it tastes good. And cheese always tastes good.

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[text; fresh meat #1] You, sir, are completely correct. If you want something other than the standard drinks like milk that are any house and Diet Coke, though, you gotta bring it on your own.

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[text; captain numero dos] I think I’ll be fine with water, man. [text; captain numero dos] Like I said, give me ten minutes.

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[text; fake scottish fuck] Oh god. Please tell me you had *something* on under that.

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[text; fresh meat #1] I //was//, however, drunk enough to wear it properly.

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[text; fake scottish fuck] That’s fucking disgusting. [text; fake scottish fuck] Remind me to throw it at Gavin tomorrow.

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[text; fake scottish fuck] I mean. I guess I can’t argue with, holy shit.

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[text; fresh meat #1] Precisely. I wasn’t drunk enough to not wear a kilt properly, Michael. 

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[text; fake scottish fuck] Oh god. Please tell me you had *something* on under that.

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[text; captain numero dos] Hell yeah! I mean come on, food.

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[text; fresh meat #1] True. I don’t know why I asked. Are you one of those picky fucks who only eats them with tomato soup?

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[text; captain numero dos] Nah, I’m cool with whatever as long as it tastes good. And cheese always tastes good.

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[text; fake scottish fuck] I still can’t believe you stole that thing. And then took your pants off.

[bloodykinghaywood-deactivated20]

[text; fresh meat #1] You don’t wear pants with kilts.

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[text; fake scottish fuck] I mean. I guess I can’t argue with, holy shit.

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[text; captain numero dos] I’ll be over in 10.

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[text; fresh meat #1] Good, good! Do you want me to prepare snacks? I can make a mean grilled cheese.

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[text; captain numero dos] Hell yeah! I mean come on, food.

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[text; fake scottish fuck] We’re never letting you in the prop room with alcohol ever again.

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[text; fresh meat #1] I mean, I shouldn’t have been in there anyways, that’s //drama club// turf. Which is, by extension, why I was in there. Besides, I got a kilt, so there weren’t any negatives.

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[text; fake scottish fuck] I still can’t believe you stole that thing. And then took your pants off.

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bloodykinghaywood replied to your post:✉ ((hs au yo

[text; fresh meat #1] I mean, I can take you, I’m sure. I just don’t wanna get fucking sued by your parents, y’know? Seniors shouldn’t beat on freshies, it’s apparently ‘frowned upon’.

[text; fake scottish fuck] We’re never letting you in the prop room with alcohol ever again.

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[text; captain numero dos] Wow. So you’re just that bored?

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[text; fresh meat #1] I am. It’s horrible. Save me.

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[text; captain numero dos] I’ll be over in 10.

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✉ ((hs au yo

[text; fake scottish fuck] So are you actually going to come kick my ass this weekend, or was that just you being drunk in a kilt?

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Send me a ✉ and I will generate a random text from this website that my muse will send to yours.

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[text; captain numero dos] … How long did you hang around Gavin today?

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[text; fresh meat #1] I figured you were gonna ask that, but actually none at all. The little foreigner’s been kinda scarce today.

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[text; captain numero dos] Wow. So you’re just that bored?