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[08 Jan 2010|09:08pm] |
nick:can u peeek me up?
gabby: ugh, u again
nick:hahhahaa
gabby:i guess so what time?
nick: thanks mom
haha
whenevers
10?
gabby: i aint takin all ur friends son
nick: awww mom!
gabby: and i dont wanna hear another peep out of you
nick: just my boyfriend nick
gabby: fine. but no necking in the backseat with your bf
nick: awww mom youre boriang!
gabby: boriang? is that some weird teen talk?
is it html lingo?
nick: my bfff jill
gabby: oh you kids
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| Gabby's Top Sayings of 2009 |
[06 Jan 2010|11:01am] |
Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!
I want to kill you so badly right now.
Fuck you. You're dead to me.
Sorta like a dream, isn't it? No, better! (from Air France's song "Collapsing At Your Doorstep")
You're a class act.
You have no shame.
Oh, shut the fuck up.
I want to kiss you and kill you at the same time.
_________ brought it!
Needless to say, I'm ghetto. I'm from fucking Pacoima, for fuck's sake.
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