“Okay, wow this is bad! Like bad bad, dude.”
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“Okay, wow this is bad! Like bad bad, dude.”
slurred words
“No goddammit I did not fuck Ian Wilde. I am going to fucking deck that bitch in the face the next time I see him, I swear to God. I kissed him one time. One time. This is some The Craft shit.”
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@prezbstew hey halloween idea #raveyard - spooky decor with rad glow sticks and body paint @ianwildinout opinion?
@prezbstew you’re not you when you’re hungry. have a snickers @ianwildinout
@prezbstew scientists say men who drink beer daily reduce their risk of heart attack lets test it
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“Little sigma broster. Don’t forget you owe me twenty bucks for the cab last night. Also let’s hang tomorrow night. I need some bro gang time. Ciao little sigma!”
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BS: Hey how’d your date go with history freshman go?
BS: Bro. I’ve got word that there’s a sophomore english major looking for a date to tonight’s party. You in?
BS: Remind me during our bro time to tell you about the St Paddy’s festival
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SV: Are you busy tonight? I need someone to put Lupo out while I have to work.
SV: I hear you met my new roommate. Don’t worry, I’ll still give you food for taking care of Lupo.
SV: 8pm. I have a bottle of Italian wine and homemade pasta.
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@thedancingwriter @ianwildinout why do you keep tweeting photos Lupo with his head in bread? he's not a cat.
@thedancingwriter @ianwildinout just because we’re friends doesn’t mean I’ll go to the mixer tonight
@thedancingwriter @ianwildinout fine I’ll go but I’m bringing my own tequila
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IZ: How did you get this number.
IZ: I was told that you burning sage or some shit after I left, and I wanted to take a moment to assure you that if you ever refer to me as Julian’s ‘woman’ ever again there is no herb or spice in this world that will save you.
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EE: How did you get this number.
EE: What would I have to bribe you with to steal something out of Julian’s room? (It’s something I gave him, if that affects your decision.)
EE: Het sorry I left all weird the other day. Would you still ma be b down for brekkfast on the beach? I neeed out o f my apartnent
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@lydiastarryeyed: @juleslowell @ianwildinout I mean, I don’t think it was that bad! But it is a little overwhelming. I think you’re supposed to cleanse with sage, Ian.