Mitch: u bitch u got blood on my carpet

Scotty:): hEY BLAME YOUR DAMN BED FOR MAKING ME STUB MY TOE

Mitch: *scolds bed*

Scotty:): wtf i said to blame the bed not scold the bed you asshat

Mitch: someone's on their man period

Scotty:): yeah you

Mitch: birch

Mitch: bitch* duck

Mitch: fuck* yammit

Mitch: GOD DUCKING YAMMIT YOU LITTLE BIRCH ASK PHONE

Mitch: help me

Scotty:): you're mental

Mitch: yes i am

Scotty:): hey, could we continue this conversation a bit later? i need to go do something.

Mitch: Scott.

Scotty:): yeah?

Mitch: im on my way

Scotty:): thank you

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don't kill me