Unfriended Page #2

- Shut up, for, like, a second.

- Are you talking to boys?

- Hey, I'm writing an email. Stop.

...from the horse's mouth.

Guys, did you talk to Val tonight?

Dude, when we were at Adam's party,

she was telling people

- I had a drinking problem.

- You do.

- I'm gonna add her.

- Can I just be honest? I don't like Val.

- Nobody likes Val.

- Can I just be honest? I don't like her.

- The only person that likes Val is Val.

- Is Val. Yeah. You just get me, Jess.

Hi, Val.

- Hey, Val.

- Hey, Val.

Val. Turn up the sound, you dumb b*tch.

Val!

- Can you hear me now, Ken?

- Yeah, there you are, you floozy.

Hi, yeah. You know,

when you talk and it's muted,

I can still hear you on your end.

So I don't appreciate "dumb b*tch."

Okay. Did you guys buy your tickets,

like, two weeks ago like I asked you?

- No, you said you were gonna get 'em.

- No, you didn't. No, I told you to buy them.

So now I'm hearing that you guys

are gonna be seated in the balcony,

and three of us are gonna have

to sit in the orchestra.

So, maybe you should have bought

your tickets sooner like I told you.

- All right. What? I don't care.

- That's too bad.

- I wish you bought your ticket earlier.

- Which seats are better, balcony or orchestra?

- Balcony.

- Balcony.

- I'll take orchestra.

- Okay, you're in balcony.

I can take one more in balcony.

- I'll take it in the orchestra.

- I'm sure you will.

Jess.

- Oh, my God!

- You're the only one that got that.

- Val.

- What?

- Wait. What?

- Looking good.

Thank you.

- No.

- I got a haircut, like, two days ago.

No. I mean, you look good right now, too,

but check your Facebook.

What?

These are intense. Hold on.

- Did you give Jess permission?

- Jess! What the sh*t?

- Dude!

- Why would you post that?

This is the first time I'm seeing these.

- These are incredible.

- Oh, my God. It just came from your account.

- I've never seen these before.

- Jess!

These are amazing.

Val, I didn't know you were so much fun.

Oh, my God! A bong? Okay, seriously,

I'm friends with my mom on here.

- All right.

- Come on!

- Should I look at these? Is this worth a look?

- What the hell! Delete these!

- Jess, take these off. They're not good.

- Dude, I didn't...

- Delete them, Jess.

- I didn't do this, okay?

- I don't know why you're getting so pissed.

- You trashy little b*tch. Delete them.

Wait. Wait, did you just call me trashy?

- Are you serious?

- Yeah, Jess.

So, you're asking me for a f***ing favor,

to take down these photos

- that I didn't post in the first place...

- I'm asking for a favor? I'm asking for...

- You posted them.

- Yeah, I didn't f***ing do it, okay?

So you can be nice to me and I can

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