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who even came up with the word motherfucker in the first place?
oedipus
People who say 'suck my dick'
95%: Girls
5%: Boys
i may return for a brief moment - smoothswagmaster
*Stares* You have NO SWAG. How many times must we go through this!?
Da booty
Da booty? That’s my favorite but yours is better.
“Nuh uh. I’ll win continuously, just you watch!” He wiggled his eyebrows in her direction, swaying his head in unison with a silly smile playing on his lips. “My stylist? Oh, she doesn’t do much. She tried perming my hair last week. And let me tell you, perms are never great—” Andrew paused mid speech as his eyes followed her hands up to his hair and released a heavy sigh when she finally pulled away, staring at her indifferently. “I look the same with messy hair. I don’t know why you messed up my hair even though it was messy before.”
“No way! You’ll definitely lose many times, okay. Instead you will watch and see that I’m right!” She bursted out into more laugher, shielding her face slightly, her cheeks now flushed pink. “You look like a bobble head! Oh my gosh a perm--” She dropped her hands by her side and offered an innocent smile. “Actually, I think I made it look better than usual, meaning you never mess it up enough, sheesh.” She teased.
The booty
Whose booty? Mine? Yours? A stranger? Nobody likes stranger danger--
“I always win.” Andrew remarked with a smug grin plastered on his face. “It was just part of my explanation. Don’t worry, you’re a friend too.” His grins widened, and a soft laugh left his lips. “I’m sure you’ll witness it one day. Sometimes I leave my apartment like I’ve just woken up. Technically, I always leave the house like that.” With a shrug of his shoulders and his nose scrunched, he ran his fingers through his hair to flatten a few strands into place.
“No, no, no. You just win this one time, only this one time.” Soyul stuck her tongue out at him like a child. “...Does your stylist ever complain about that? Is that the rocker lifestyle? Why are you so messy-- And here, let me fix your hair.” Smirking, she leaned over and roughly ran her hands through his hair, messing it up entirely, a loud evil laughter erupting from her.
IT'S SO BIG, BABY ARE YOU SURE YOU CAN HANDLE IT ALL?
I—….WHAT?
Random Sentence Starters
"Ouch! That was my foot!"
"Could you get out of my way?"
"Stop it!"
"You look lonely. Want to talk to me?"
"Your nose is red."
"Aw, you're so cute! You know that?"
"Eww, gross!"
"If you touch me again, you're dead."
"Don't eat that!"
"Gosh, you look kinda pale..."
"What is that!?"
"Oh my god, were you shot!?"
"Give me the gun. Now."
"Hello? Anyone in there?"
"Someone said you didn't feel well. You okay?"
"Do you want to cuddle?"
"I demand cuddles."
"You're hair's messed up. Here, let me fix it."
"Ohhh~ Someone's blushing~!"
"I-I-it's so c-cold..."
"It's too hot..."
"I can't...breathe..."
"Help!"
"I'm sorry, did you say something?"
"Augh! It hurts!"
"Feel my hands! They're so cold!"
"Stop! I can't run anymore..."
"Are you alright?"
"You look ready to faint."
"You're not serious."
"You want me to what?"
"Grab my hand!"
"Oh god. Oh god. Stay awake. Please stay awake. Stay with me!"
"Careful! You really don't want to fall here."
"Are you insane?"
"I can't allow this."
"I-I can't feel my arms..."
"Why are you all wet?"
"We need to get you to a hospital."
"I....I've been sh-shot..."
"Oh god, why is there so much blood...?"
"I think I'm gonna be sick..."
"Do you think you could make everything stop spinning?"
"I am NOT blushing!"
"Ugh, could you quiet down? My head hurts too much for this noise..."
"Have you been drinking?"
"Thank you. I really wanted someone to throw up on my shoes."
"I've never seen cuts like this..."
"Have you been to the doctor?"
"I think your leg is broken. I'll have to help you walk."
"Don't move!"
"Ouch! I...I think I heard something snap..."
"Don't touch it!"
"Your forehead feels kinda warm..."
"Careful with that! You wouldn't want to cut yourself, would you?"
"Why do you always do that?"
"How can I trust you?"
"You betrayed me! You betrayed everyone!"
"I told you not to kiss me when I was sick!"
"If I beat you and left you for dead, do you really think someone would come for you? They wouldn't."
"You disgust me to the point where looking at you makes me physically ill."
"Please don't go..."
"I can't live without you!"
"I'm sorry."
“Young ladies shouldn’t beat up random men unless they have been treating them inappropriately. And I have done nothing wrong.” Andrew wasn’t one for wasting his time on useless subjects, especially when it resulted in fights. He had his fair share of fights during his time overseas. “That’s an interesting combination… You haven’t seen how I look when I’m at home. I look marvelous.” He snorted, brushing his fingers through the lower layers of his styled locks.
“I--....you win. But I was just teasing, silly. Though by the rate of this conversation, I don’t think you can be classified as a random man, hm. More like a friend!” Her thumbs sprung up as she gave a firm nod. “Marvelous?” She asked back, raising a brow. “Now I definitely need to see your marvelous way of being in person so I can laugh-- I mean, bask in the beauty of it all, of course.” She snickered, obviously poking fun at the other.
“Alright, alright. I won’t.” He bit back a soft chuckle, preventing it from leaving his lips as he set his phone and held his hands up in mock surrender. “Well, okay, but it’s like 30% looks and 70% personality for me. But my significant other will have to deal with my appearance, and it’s worse than this.” Motioning to himself, he pointed to his hair then to his clothes.
“Good! Or else I would have to beat you up!” Known among her group for her strength and tactics, she leaned in close and whispered out, “I may be tiny but I’m strong. Watch out.” Soyul gave a confident wink and settled back into the sofa, an amused smile finding its way on her lips. “You make it seem like you’re that bad, oh gosh. You’re not though!”
Hey bae
*Blinks* Who is this?
Andrew snickered behind his hand at her reaction. “Ah, I’m glad you think that even though looks don’t matter that much to me. As long as the personality is good enough to match mine, I’ll be a happy man.” He hummed in response with a quick, firm nod.
"...Don't laugh at me, okay?!" A frown lined her lips as plopped down beside him on the couch. "Huh, that's actually sweet to hear. However..." She narrowed her eyes slightly and wagged her index finger, "I highly doubt you'd disregard someone's appearance all together. That's kinda hard to do. Don't you think so?"
im no longer khun, i am swagpapikhun
You have no swag nor can you use the word “papi”--
ellin numba 1
KHUN? IS THAT YOU?
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