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[pinkeffinprofessional]

Shit-

I don't want to hear thi-

Hear ye hear ye, getting hit by a car fucking hurts but not as much as gettng shot in the back by someone you thought was your fucking friend-

Shit.

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

Right, can we move onto a topic that isn't quite so fucking morbid?

[dignity_misery]

[...no?]

I don't want to talk about the weather. How about restaurants?

[pinkeffinprofessional]

What do you want to say?

[dignity_misery]

I like recommendations.

[pinkeffinprofessional]

There's a good Thai place inside of Xanadu.

[dignity_misery]

I've been there. Have you tried the pig's feet?

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Sure. Not bad for shit you have to suck out of a hoof.

[dignity_misery]

I guess you're not the type to worry about your fat intake.

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Why, do you?

[dignity_misery]

I could eat just about anyone under the table and not gain a pound.

[pinkeffinprofessional]

And all the pretty girls at the party are jealous.

[dignity_misery]

Channeling your inner teenage girl, cute.

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Too much John Hughes.

[dignity_misery]

Who?

[pinkeffinprofessional]

John Hughes.

You know.

Pretty in Pink? Sixteen Candles? The Breakfast Club?

[dignity_misery]

[She rolls her eyes.]

I was born in '86.

[She was four when your movie came out, Pink.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

And what, that means you don't know how to rent movies? Are you saying you haven't seen Casablanca or The Wizard of Oz?

[dignity_misery]

It means I have no appreciation for your tired 80s references. What is Casablanca?

[That one definitely didn't happen in her world.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

And I have no appreciation for your fucking elitist attitude. Looks like we both lose.

[dignity_misery]

[She's about to laugh herself sick.]