Golf ball and tennis ball get a divorce

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by Cringesh1t

by Cringesh1t

Golf ball: hey tennis ball go to the store and get some groceries

Tennis ball: b-

Golf ball: GO TO THE FUCKING GROCERY STORE BEFORE I WHOOP YOUR FUCKING ASS

Tennis ball: okay jesus christ this bitch

Golf ball: WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST FUCKING SAY ABOUT ME YOU LITTLE BITCH

Tennis ball: nothing

Golf ball: thats what i thought

*1 second later*

Golf ball: *on the phone* hey nine can you come over

Nine: sick as hell broski

*5 seconds later*

Golf ball: hey sexy~

Nine: dope homie

Tennis ball: hey golf ball im ho-

Tennis ball: why are you in the bed with nine

Golf ball: no reason

Nine: no cap dude

Tennis ball: god fuCKING DAMN IT WERE YOU FUCKING WITH NINE

Golf ball: WELL ITS NOT MY FUCKING FAULT YOU HAVE A SMALL DICK

Nine: im gonna pop out and just fuck around on the streets ya know man

Tennis ball: ILL FUCKING KILL YOU YOU SON OF A BITCH

Nine: woah no need to go sicko mode my brother in christ

Tennis ball: GO TO HELL BITCH *attacks nine*

Nine: i dont wanna fight you man im all for peace and harmony

Tennis ball: WELL TOUGH SHIT

Golf ball: EVERYONE CALM THE FUCK DOWN

Marker: *bursts into the room* CAN EVERYONE SHUT UP IM SMOKING WEED

Nine: aw sick broski can i join you

Marker: fuck yeah man

Nine: *skater noise* *does a sick kickflip out the room*

Golf ball: now as for YOU

Tennis ball: well. I'm dead.