'hip' as the kids these days say

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Richie: CAN I ADD MY DAD

Liv: what-

Richie added Wayne to the chat

Ethan: NO

Ethan: PLEASE GOD NO PLEASE

Ethan: GET HIM GONE

Quinn: shit

Wayne: how do you work this thing what is this

Jill: yo who invited they old ass dad get his ass gone

Wayne: where am i

Mickey: bruh ain't no way this dude is for real rn wth

Richie: dad! this is my groupchat!

Liv: your group chat? excuse you?

Mindy: bitch don't act like you made this chat i'm the one who made it and has all the permissions

Roman: you're not the only one with the permissions in this chat

Mindy: okay and maybe him too but i never gave him permissions he just gave himself permissions idk how

Jill: cuz he a bitch that's why

Roman: shut it lesbo you can't talk

Jill: i'm gonna bend your damn ankles
backwards and then bend em sideways

Roman: says the bent one

Jill: nah i'm about to whoop yo ass come here bitch

Roman: i literally beat you in every fight we have there's no way you're still convinced that you'll win one

Jill: i am convinced i'll show you right fucking now

Roman: go ahead

Wayne: huh

Jill:

Roman:

Jill: BRO WHAT THE FUCK

Roman: told you so

Mickey: yo what did you do

Roman: well you see i-

Jill: HE THREW ME OUT THE FUCKING WINDOW AND IT SMASHED AND NOW I'M FUCKING HURT

Mickey: nice one man

Roman: WHAT DID I LITERALLY SAY BEFORE YOU MADE THE DUMB DECISION TO FIGHT ME

Jill: GET FUCKED

Wayne: wait

Wayne: oh this is one of those group text things that the kids use nowdays

Quinn: dad you're literally only 58 years old stop acting like an old grandpa

Wayne: i know that i can move like i'm only young but i can't figure this computer thing out

Quinn: dad- it's a phone, you use it to text people you do it all the time

Wayne: i know that but i can't figure this group text thing out that's all

Wayne: i'm also drunk

Quinn: oh that explains everything

Ethan: when are you not you old fuck

Quinn: ethan no bro you're gonna get hit again it ain't worth it

Richie: don't insult dad again or else sleep with one eye open tonight

Wayne:

Ethan: shit i just heard the belt coming off downstairs

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