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Your mom's breast milk. I don't fucking know. Um, what's your favorite food? A cream? I bet you like mac and cheese You sound like one of those bitches who just eats chicken like it's a mac and cheese. You sound like a picky eater Everyone listen and tell me I'm wrong I'm probably you know, I'm pretty I got that good-ass intuition. I might just be right on this one But you know, I might, I might, I might be wrong. Bye. Bye.
First of all breastmilk is not a food is a drink second of all who doesn't like chicken I bet you like fried chicken third of all who doesn't like mac & cheese everybody likes packages so good and cheese is so yummy and everybody has on Thanksgiving why wouldn't you like it for the volume not funny you're not cool no girls are gonna hit you up after this reply fourth of all I'm a picky eater so what what are you gonna do about it nothing you're not gonna do anything about It
Yeah, yeah, so I was right. I was right. It is something. Again, I was right. It is something that I said that was a joke That you couldn't take they took way too fucking seriously And so you just went on all my shit and just started harassing me really come on look. This is fucking pitiful. It's hilarious It's fucking sad I'm joking with you. There's nothing wrong with being a pity picky ear like I don't fucking care. You're a stranger I'm messing with you. Relax.
And I'm not harassing you this is called a joke and you take a fucking joke grow up I'm talking like you're joking OK so we're just both joking what's the problem in that
I have no problem in that But it really didn't seem like a joke It really seems like you seem like you got really offended that that's what it felt like to me because I made that one Comment bro one comment about how you are a picky eater and you just went off on me like disrespect at the fuck out of me for no reason