I'M SUCH A BAD PERSON.
I hate it when people don't upload in ages, yet here I am, finally uploading after hiding away, like a bitch, for a week. What the fudge is wrong with me?
Wait, don’t answer that.
ANYWAY.
I'm here now. And I'm going to try and make this upload as long as I can (Try being the operative word). Sorry, shutting up now…
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(After an argument)
Tasha: AND DON’T COME BACK UNTIL YOU’VE GROWN A TREE. (I was like, excuse me?)
Chloe: Ok?
Tasha: AND BRING SOME ORANGES.
Chloe: MY HAIRS ORANGE
Tasha: Omfg, no way?
Chloe: I know right?
Tasha: HEY, DUDE (Grabs old man) DID YOU KNOW THIS GIRLS HAIR IS ORANGE?
Old Man: Ugh, no Miss, I didn’t notice…
Tasha: HOW CAN YOU NOT SEE?
Old Man: I’d say it was more of a ginger colour to be hon-
Tasha: DON’T YOU DARE DISCRIMINATE. HER HAIR IS ORANGE. ORANGE, OK?
(Old man shuffles away)
(We then walked for a while, after getting strange looks for shouting at an old man.)
Tasha: Oh my God, if you push your eyeball back, it makes a weird sound!
Chloe: And I would do that because..?
Tasha: To itch it, duh…
Chloe: You’re weird…
Tasha: AND YOU’RE GINGER
Chloe: AND YOU’RE A MIDGET
Tasha: Ow, my eyeball hurts!
Chloe: I wonder why…
Tasha: I don’t know why, jeez!
Chloe: Oh, cause it’s not like you were just itching your eyeball with your finger?
Tasha: Oh yeah… WHY DID YOU TELL ME TO DO THAT?
Chloe: I seriously give up…
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And here’s another conversation between me and my midget buddy. We were on the phone talking, and she had one of her outbursts.
Tasha: OH MY GOD, SHUT UP. THE POLICE ARE IN MY HOUSE.
Chloe: Ok, why?
Tasha: I THINK IT WAS BECAUSE I ONCE STOLE A PENCIL FROM SCHOOL, YEARS AGO. IM SORRY JESUS, GOD AND CHUCK NORRIS, IT WAS AN ACCIDENT.
Chloe: Oh you little badass! Say hi to PC Plum from me!
Tasha: Who’s PC plum?
Chloe: The guy of Balamory, duh?
Tasha: Oooooohhhh. The one that looked like a pervert?
Chloe: Yeah, that one! Ugh, I have to go… You’ll have to skype moi later.
Tasha: Moi?
Chloe: It’s French, duh. Au revoir, Mon petite Poisson!
Tasha: I’M NOT YOU LITTLE FISH!
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Call Us Crazy
Non-FictionSo this is going to be the first book we write on here, and it's all about how a group of six, average, slightly insane girls talk and interact with others. Use the information you get from us however you want, as long as we won't get arrested or an...
