I always have extra dashes of bitch flakes in my dinner. I should be asking you the same question, twin.
Yeah, I can tell. I have not been bitchy today, so I have no need to answer that question.
That, in about a year and a few months, you’ll be in college.
What’s so vile about that?
Then shut up and stop it. No one cares to see that stuff.
Okay, how many extra dashes of bitch flakes were put in your dinner tonight? Or is it your time of the month?
Are you two arguing?
…I don’t know.
…That’s the most vile thought ever to enter my head.
What, that I’m gonna be a senior, or that I’ll still think I’m a junior?
Watch me not even consider myself one until I’m about to graduate.
Sure, whatever you say Aub.
I’m gonna buy you an “I <3 FEMINISM” shirt so that we match.
You can wear it along with your “First Class, Tight Ass” yoga pants.
While I have no idea what that is I’m sure that this family member of the week contest would not get to that extent.
Well how would it work out?