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+freddie. → 19; picasso was a master at age sixteen and i was a perfect shit.

[fredwardbueller]

I do hope everyone’s enjoying themselves tonight.

[fredwardbueller]

“What’s the difference between a regular lime and a key lime? Like what the fuck is that?” Freddie muttered to himself, as he stood in the produce aisle of the local grocery store, examining the array fruit before his eyes.

[its-dylan-obrien]

Then, let’s go get a drink. Or possible several drinks.

[fredwardbueller]

You are currently my favorite person. Lets do it.

[s-peterson-blog1-deactivated201]

That is true, but think about how long ago that was. We’re in college now and I hope you’ve gotten a lot wiser. You know I’d love to, and trust me I don’t think anything as bad as the barn fire could happen this time.

[fredwardbueller]

I’d like to think I’ve gotten more mature, but Blair seems to think otherwise. She likes to argue with me, though, so I can’t ever be sure. But hey, if you’re really up to it, we’ll make this party happen.

I haven’t talked to you forever, though. What have you been up to?

[thematty-c]

Nope. {Matty held a straight face for a few seconds before bursting into laughter} Uh, because I’m gonna go pro, dude. What’s the point wasting my time doing anything else?

[fredwardbueller]

[Freddie joined in on the laughter, shaking his head slightly] Okay, dude, can’t argue with that. Just don’t forget about us little people when you’re raking in the dough.

[lyanna-rowle]

Well I mean as long as you can get a little bullshit into your everyday life then it’s  worth it. [She winked] Well you can always be like me and throw your towel in and just fuck around with teenage hierarchies. 

[fredwardbueller]

I always promised myself I wouldn’t hang out with high schoolers once I was out of there, but they’re actually not half bad. [Freddie let a small laugh escape his lips] They keep me young.

[leliavilela]

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[fredwardbueller]

Oui je t'aime, oui je t'aime, À demain, à la prochaine; I know it's best to say goodbye, But I can't seem to move away.

[s-peterson-blog1-deactivated201]

Freddie Bueller? A loser? I don’t think that’s possible.

But if you really are feeling that way, then maybe it’s time you threw a party. Or rather we if you want the help.

[fredwardbueller]

A barn burned down at the last party I threw -- you remember. I mean, if you’re open to standing by my side when the next fucked up thing happens, then I think a party could be fun.

[dailypaddys]

[s-peterson-blog1-deactivated201]

Well if it isn’t my favorite party king. Oh yeah? Is it the usual being bored with your routine? Or does it have to do with other reasons?

[fredwardbueller]

It’s a little bit of both, honestly. I just feel like I’m not doing anything with myself anymore. Your favorite party king has become a loser.

[s-peterson-blog1-deactivated201]

Based on the amount of school work I have to do, I’m starting to think that taking an extra vacation wasn’t such a good idea. It was still worth it, though. Definitely still worth it.

[fredwardbueller]

I’m with you on that one, S. I could use a vacation right around now.

[1998-shit]

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[fredwardbueller]

Went from good fella to commissary slips, Now I got back up, man, every time I slipped; Never ever quit, I just kept on pursuing, Teacher always ask me, what was I doing.

[demarco-s-deactivated20160305]

“I did a campaign for MAC a while back that was pretty big.” She shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly like it wasn’t a huge deal, it had been. It had been the whole reason she got the job with her Agency she’s working for now. “It’s difficult getting along because you’re so close in age, and probably more alike than you realize you are.” She could tell he was thinking on it too hard, she bumped his hip with her own in attempts to make him smile. “Lighten’ up, you don’t have stress so much. Stressing is what’s gonna make wanting to go to those classes even harder on you.” 

[fredwardbueller]

“Shut up,” Freddie nudged her gently, knowing that she was trying to play it off like it didn’t matter. “From what I’ve gathered from living with two females all my life, MAC is a pretty big deal.” He shrugged lightly, the warm smile returning to his face when she bumped him with her hip. “I never used to stress about anything. What the fuck is happening to me?” Freddie let out a small laugh, shaking his head before raising his hand and pointing ahead. “The frat’s right over there.”

[thematty-c]

Ah, because you’re Freddie Bueller the party princess, right? Fuck man, we gotta go out some time. Just this once I’ll admit that maybe I’ve been training too much lately.

[fredwardbueller]

You mean party king, right, Matty Boy? Easy mistake, I won’t hold it against you. But shit, dude, you need to get off of that field once in a while. You practically eat, breathe, and sleep that shit.

[poppy-montenegro]

Since when does a girl need an excuse to drink?

I mean I wouldn’t even know where to start. This town in general usually makes me want a drink or two.

[fredwardbueller]

Now that’s what I like to hear, Pops.

Is it just me, or do the people around here just continue to get crazier?

[mini-matthis]

“Did you miss the part when I said dark liquor? Only one of those has the potential to be dark and in a long island, it’s not.” The only thing that annoyed Rhiannon more than drunk frat boys was when customers thought they could tell her how to do her job. “If you’re just looking to get trashed, shots are the best way to go, anyway.” She poured him a double shot of Jim Beam and sent it his way.

[fredwardbueller]

Freddie grabbed the shot glass, staring at it for a moment before tipping his head back and dumping the bourbon down his throat. “Shit,” he winced, as the strong taste of the whiskey settled on his tongue. It didn’t take long, however, for him to grab the second and begin to repeat the whole process again. After allowing the burning sensation to fade, Freddie looked up at her, “Two more.”