I’ve got a dare for you.
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Hey, I was not Prom Queen. Okay…I was…but it was my junior prom, not my senior prom, so does it really count? At my senior prom I wasn’t queen. I was first runner up.
No chocolate milk. That’s kid’s stuff. Welcome to the big leagues. I dare you to go with me to- wait for it……….the mall.
Q. I was there. I spiked the punch, but I still know what happened. ...I also may or may not have been the one who tripped the actual prom queen on her way to accepting her tiara. Shh, I never admitted to that.
Chocolate milk is kid’s stuff but having to pull a low blow and dare me to go to the mall isn’t? Wait, there’s a fucking mall on a deserted island? Why?! And can’t I just swim into the middle of the ocean and play rock, paper, scissors with a shark?
