#sunee darling

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I say this to people like 52398423049 times a day..in my head. Cuz I know if I say it to them for real they'll just keep f'in talking. 

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Ghonnaherphasyphachlamyacrabales....

Sunee: Ok luv have a good new years...don't go gettin the Ghonnaherphasyphachlamyamacrabales. It's a bad look for the new year. lol

Boyfriend: I don't know what that b..but yea..I'm gucci

Sunee: ..it's grossness that I don't want like ever.... wait..what? You're a $4200 trademark patterned purse? I hope so cuz that'd b better than bein gucci about what the ghonnaherphasyphachlamyacrabales consists of.

Boyfriend: I TOLD YOU I DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT B...

Sunee: Break that big word down there luv....No? Um It b a dirty bitch who harbors every STD ever invented and passes it on to stupid pussy hungry man who don't double wrap their shit.

Boyfriend: oh. ha ha Yea I get it...nah I'm Gucci.

Sunee: Dumbass...what I meant by that was don't be dealin with the dirty bitches on new years eve...pick the clean one. lol

Boyfriend: Oh...aight! I'll try. This party I'm going to gon b crazyyyyy....What are you doin for new years?

Sunee: Wow. Um ok Sir...First...y did I have to explain that sleepin with dirty bitches is an issue? Secondly, when I said pick the clean one I was definitely implying myself. Thirdly you're a scumbag.

Boyfriend: Ha don't worry I'll be careful.

Sunee: that definitely just made you more of a scumbag....if that was even possible

Boyfriend: Miss you babe!

Sunee: REALLYYYYYYYYYYYY???????? really?! Wow you're simple. God made the biggest mistake ever when he let you fall outta your mama's vagina. I bet he high fives himself in the face with adams rib every time you speak out loud.

Boyfriend: You better behave on new years babe.

Sunee: Wow. wowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. I hope you choke on a furby.

Good illiterate talk luv. Happy we cleared that up.

Happy new years Gucciiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii. Ya clown.

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I hate your face. Fix it.

Coworker: Do you like anyone?

TK: Yep.

Coworker: Who?

TK: Not your face.

Coworker: What?

TK: Yep, I said it. I hate your face. Fix it.

Coworker: You're so funny!

TK: I now hate your brain more than I hate your face....and I never thought that was possible.

Coworker: You have such a great sense of humor.

TK: You are the biggest moron I've ever seen...for real real.

Coworker: ha ha haaaa ha want a coffee?

TK: ughhhhhhhh *facepalms and intentionally stabs finger with a 18g needle to find out if i'm just stuck in a reoccurring nightmare

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It's so funny when it's animals...but when people are this dumb I want to high five them right in the face with a cinder block. 

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Confident Choices

Dear Gawkers,

I am fully aware that I have a chest piece. Afterall I am the one that paid to put it there. I am also aware that I am usually in some type of shirt that makes said chest piece visible. It's not that I particularly want you asshats to stare at my tits while you try to figure out what it says it's just that I'm a tank top sorta girl and personally my cross sits nicer in a low cut shirt. With that being said, If you're gonna stare at my chest piece so you can attempt to read it, don't you dare scowl at me after I catch you staring at my tits instead cuz you thought you were slick enough to move your eyes down a half inch and I wouldn't notice. Don't hate on me because you're embarrassed that you got caught. You look like an idiot with the bugged out eyes and the apologetic smirk. Either ask me what the hell it says or sit there and stare at my tits proudly.  Moral of the story is that if you wanna be a pathetic tit gawker, do it with confidence. I don't have time for that semi-half x's 2.4 - 1/3 undress you with my eyes approach. Figure it out ya dumbfucked nitwit. 

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"We Are Very Rare & We Are Mostly Men"

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