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booker: ok but why is someone blasting young jb booker: we get it u have bieber fever but nO ONE ELSE CARES

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booker: ok but why is someone blasting young jb booker: we get it u have bieber fever but nO ONE ELSE CARES
This is the part of my hangover where I say I’ll never drink again and that I’ll never leave my bed. My head is pounding and if you’re willing to possibly get me a few painkillers and maybe something to eat— I’d really appreciate it and probably love you forever. But, I’d really like some company as well. So, if you’re getting me painkillers and something to eat, I’m forcing you to stay in bed with me for the rest of the day. Sorry, no exceptions. I’m a very hungover and lonely soul.
After seeing what I just saw I don’t think I’ll be able to ride the bus again...
“y’know, -- if you don’t help me push this hunk’a junk outta the road, we’re gonna be here all night.”
So today, this guy asked to borrow my phone at work because his died and he needed to call a friend for a ride, so I was like sure, y’know? Use my phone. He makes his call and I finish his order and then he slides me back my phone and says he’ll look forward to hearing from me. By the time I realized he’d called himself and saved his number in my phone, he was gone. It’s now forty three missed calls later and I have no idea how to get rid of this random man. And no— don’t suggest blocking his number because I’m almost positive he’s been calling me from ten different numbers. Help.
“Hello.”
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noelle: my parents went to see jurassic world w/o me
noelle: now i'll never see chris pratt and his raptors
A lazy grin sat against Ellie’s lips satisfyingly as she stared at the person before her. “I’m really not all that drunk, you know?” Her words slurring and mashing as she spoke. “I’m fine, I’m fine.” Ellie argued as the other person attempted to help her, flailing her arms around as she responded. “I—..” The blonde paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts. “I’m not entirely sure how to get home from here and my ride kind of left me behind.” Her lower lip jutted out slightly, in order to mimic a pout. Her thoughts were jumbled and everything had been incredibly hard to comprehend for the blonde. “And how do I know I can trust you? This is a trick, isn’t it?” Sure, the statement was ridiculous, yet somehow she still had some common sense in her, if the other person was a stranger, that is. Though she may have known this person a lot better when sober.