Liz grabs her uke. And starts strumming like a prepubescent child.
"Lets sing a song about Tyler." She inhales deeply.
"Shut the fuck up-"
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"Let's sing House of Goals."
Liz strums her now -purposely- out of tune baby blue uke.
"wHeN I waS-"
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"Tyler is a FuCkInG IdIot I woNdeR WhY Josh is StIlL hEreEee." The ukulele is sO POORLY TUNED.
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"TYyYyYyYlEr YouRE a BI-ITcH-" Liz sings her song as if it were the Ballad of Tyler Joseph.
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"Rawr."
"RaWR."
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"Ow, I hurt my finger..... My pencil looks great."
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Liz's incompetence
Randoman incomplete collection of quotes and occurrences through which my best friend (+ a few more) has put me through during calls, texts, and encounters. yeah that's her on the cover. begining: January 2017 end: ____
