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twenty-three. boats and hoes

♡  liked by huggybearq, jimbob6, and 10 otherschandlerbing: car lunches with z are my new favorite thing

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chandlerbing: car lunches with z are my new favorite thing.

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tzebras11: car lunches with you are my favorite thing too. you're just my favorite.
— chandlerbing: look at that, you earned a kiss.
— tzebras11: woah no way.
— chandlerbing: yes way xoxox

squidgirl: did you seriously steal my phone case??
— chandlerbing: maybe?? ur rich, get a new one.
— squidgirl: ur lucky i love you. i'm just gonna start buying extras for you.
— chandlerbing: mwah ily

beaumine: hi hello i miss my best friend when will she come home from war (aka her m-f job)
— chandlerbing: hi hello i also miss my best friend
— beaumine: we need to hang out SOON
— tzebras11: no she's mine, i don't wanna give up a day with her.
— beaumine: stop hogging her, stupid hockey boy
— chandlerbing: boys boys, no fighting. we could just all hang out together??
— chandlerbing: z and i already have plans tomorrow but we can grab you?
— beaumine: could be down for that.
— tzebras11: ugh fine

lukeyboy: okay i miss you
— chandlerbing: okay i'll come visit again soon
— lukeyboy: good. you gonna bring my girl?
— chandlerbing: i think she'd kill me if i left her + saw you without her, so duh.
— lukeyboy: good. i bet mom would even hang out with her during a hockey game if you wanted.

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Okay boys. What do we
wanna do tomorrow?
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Trevor Zegras
Golf.
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Bill Beau Baggins
How about a big ol' no
on that one?
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Yeah no I have to agree with
Beau on this one. You can't ask
us two very nonathletic people
to go play fucking GOLF.
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I also fidget too much for
that shit. I would be a good golf
cart driver or caddy if I still got
to drink.
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Bill Beau Baggins
Mini golf though? I could
be down for that.
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Oh my god, I haven't played
putt putt golf in FOREVER.
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Please, Trevor, oh my gosh.
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Trevor Zegras
I guess that's fine.
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Trevor Zegras
Also, you can be my cart girl
anytime. And I can teach you
how to play, if you want.
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Bill Beau Baggins
I feel like I'm intruding into your
foreplay and I don't like it.
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Oh shut up, Beau.
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No one cares.
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Trevor Zegras
You are.
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Bill Beau Baggins
Gross, now I've gotta go
throw up.
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Oh my god, you guys are children.
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Bill Beau Baggins
I don't even want to hear it,
Chandler Rae.
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Bill Beau Baggins
You're worse than both of us
combined.
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I have no idea what you're
talking about, Beau.
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Trev, babe, I don't want to hang
out with him tomorrow anymore.
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Bill Beau Baggins
NO WHAT THAT'S NOT
FAIR TAKE IT BACK
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Bill Beau Baggins
How about I buy you boba in
exchange for getting to hang out?
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From the place next to my
favorite Chinese place so you
can also get me Chinese food?
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Bill Beau Baggins
No, tf? I'm not buying you
Chinese food, you little trollop.
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Bitch.
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Trevor Zegras
Okay... children. Chill out. I'll
buy everyone's Chinese for lunch.
And pay for the putt putt. Beau,
you apparently are paying for her
boba. Anything else?
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Don't think so. I kinda wanna
film a TikTok but I might not.
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Bill Beau Baggins
Oooooh, you should do it.
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I don't think I'll ever even post it,
but it would be funny and we can
share it in the groupchat.
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You both have to be in it though.
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Trevor Zegras
Whatever you want, babe.
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You're so good to me, Z. I
adore you.
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Bill Beau Baggins
Okay gag. Don't speak in here
again until you're telling me you're
on the way to pick me up.
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