Fight me B!tch: anyone want to play uno?
Drunk Snake: yEs
Sunshine: of course
Cholesterol: You guys know that we're supposed to be taking a test right now, right?
Drunk Snake: yep
Sunshine: yes
Fight me B!tch: obviously
Cholesterol: Okay then
Drunk Snake: hOw dArE yOu
Sunshine: sorry ave I had no choice
Drunk Snake: whomst do you think you are?
Fight me B!tch: all she did was play a draw four card lol
Cholesterol: gip
Drunk Snake: sHe dEsTrOyEd oUr fRiEnDsHiP
Drunk Snake: sHe bEtRaYeD mY tRuSt
Drunk Snake: tHiS mEaNs wAr
Cholesterol: gip in peace Sav
Fight me B!tch: wtf does gip mean
Drunk Snake: greg in peace
Cholesterol: obviously
Fight me B!tch: that makes no sense lol
Drunk Snake: are you dUmB
Cholesterol: ^^
Fight me B!tch: no fair you guys are teaming up on me
Drunk Snake: It's not our fault we're smarter than you
Cholesterol: Honestly, who doesn't know what gip means?
Drunk Snake: he's an uncultured swine
Fight me B!tch: wow
Cholesterol: Uno, bitches
"Drunk Snake" has left the conversation
"Fight me B!tch" has left the conversation
"Sunshine" has left the conversation
Cholesterol: gip
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The Group Chat
Teen FictionThis story is based off of actual conversations my friends and I have in our group chat. It all started with a simple crush. Maybe this all would have been avoided if said crush wasn't sitting at the same table as me and all the friends I wanted to...
