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Richie: dab on them haters

Mike: what if the haters dab back?

Richie:

Richie:

Richie:

Eddie: you fucking broke him Mike

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if Bill knew the future when Stan killled himself

“Hey Stan?”

“Yeah?”

“You know how many ga-gal-gallons of w-water that bat-baths use up?”

“No, why are you-“

Bill is on the brink of tears, “Promise me,” Bill harshly grasps Stan’s hands, “never t-take a-a b-b-bath.”

Stan looks in his eyes worryingly, “I don’t understand, are you ok? Do yo-“

Bill interrupts him and shouts, “are you ok?” Bill starts to sob, choking on his own invisible words, “a-a-are you ge-gen-“ Stan starts to cry a bit too, startled by Bill’s emotional actions.

“I don’t get it-“

“Just!” Bill pleads, “never ever, take a bath. And lo-look me in t-the eyes w-wh-when you say this,” Stan looks up and stares into those glossy green eyes.

“Are you o-o-ok?”

Stan brings his hands up and cups Bill’s cheeks, Stan takes a hard, long and thoughtful minute. He was looking at Bill, taking in every little feature. Bill’s slight eyebags, his rosy lips, his veiny eyelids, everything.

He looked up to Bill’s eyes again and stares into his black irises.

“Yes.”

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stan: I’m gonna take a bath

me: *crawls through book*

me: YOU BITCH ASS HOE YOU BETTER NOT. IMMA BEAT YO FINE ASS IF YOU FINNA TRY.

Stan: chill it’ll be quick

me: QUICK MY ASS, YOURE TAKING MORE THAN A DAMN BUBBLE BATH MY MAN.

Stan:

Stan:

Stan:

Me: that’s what i thought

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an uncultured swine: you have to ship fack and redd-

me: *whips* shut the fuck up