Unfriended Page #3

help you or you can suck my f***ing dick...

- ...f***ing party.

- ...and piss off.

Close your trashy little mouth for,

like, one second and listen to me.

I will beat your ass any goddamn day

if you come over here.

- I'm so sure. I'm so sure.

- Listen, we are not ghetto.

- No. Okay, how about this? Mitch...

- Blaire, really?

- Do you want me to f***ing delete them or not?

- Yes! Delete them now.

I'll come pick you girls up and we can go

fight outside of a Wendy's or something...

- Ken, not helping.

- Ken. Stop, you're not helping.

We can go to a Taco Bell parking lot

and you guys can slap-fight it out.

- I'll pick both of you up.

- Thank you, Jess.

You wish.

I am so wet right now.

- They're still here, Jess.

- It's, like, not working.

Why are you so quick to assume that

I posted these when I'm telling you...

- Who else would have?

- I've never f***ing seen these photos before.

Oh, my God! Shut up.

I try to hit delete, and it disappears.

I reload the page, it's still there.

I hit delete. I'm trying. I'm f***ing

trying to help you. Okay, Val?

You have a headache, Ken?

You have a headache?

- Okay, it looks like it's working.

- Thank you.

Okay.

Unbelievable that you would think

that would be fine.

Okay, they're gone.

- No, they're not.

- No. Adam po...

- You owe me a thank you.

- Adam! What the sh*t!

- What?

- You posted some now, too?

- Did you just copy and paste them?

- No. I didn't f***ing post anything.

You guys need to stop.

- I'm a b*tch, Jess?

- Chill out, Val.

Don't... you're doing

your nails right now.

- You're so innocent. I'm a b*tch? Really?

- Anger issues much?

Dude, I'm not even f***ing typing.

I don't know what to say.

- What is happening right now?

- What the f***? I've dated, like, two guys.

- I didn't type that.

- F*** you, okay?

- I didn't type that.

- Bullshit.

Hey... somebody let me know

when it's f***ing over.

I love that you think I'm a f***ing slut,

and your ass is drunk...

- I didn't type that!

- Girls, stop.

- Please.

- Okay, yeah, Blaire.

- Just take Jess' side. Of course.

- I love you girls so much. Let's be...

- Blaire, you're just gonna take Jess' side?

- No, I'm not on Jess' side.

- You just typed that.

- I don't think she should've put these... What?

- No, I didn't type anything!

- If you didn't type it, then who did?

Well, who the f*** is Billie?

- I told you I didn't post those photos, Val.

- Guys, who is this?

- I don't know.

- He was here the whole time?

Ken, you said it was just a glitch.

Well, the glitch just typed!

Brucer.

Dude, I bet this guy's

been here the whole time.

I do not know a Billie,

but he apparently hates Val.

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