Storytime

(ALL FAKE NAMES) Around last year, me and my friends were sitting at our schools dugout, and I had stolen a buzzball biggie obviously. I went back to school after doing so, and I had it wrapped it in a hoodie. So I waited for my friend Ariana to get to school before going inside so I could put it in her bag. She goes to the bathroom and I wait outside for like 20 mins on my phone til lunch comes. Then me and her go sit together and we are just hitting her pen and we pull out the alc. Me and her take like 1 sip each and then we see people, coming from the woods towards us. It was basically the whole friendgroup so- Emily, Krystal, Jordan, and Ivy came over. And we are so excited. The music starts playing, we’re all chugging the buzzball!! Then we call my friend Heartzz and Mary to come to the function. We are basically lit, and all of a sudden, we turn to see…..this girl Grace..


And Krystal didn’t like grace because allegedly she slept with her ex (and they were besties) but idk


Grace comes over I guess…. And we’re all lowkey high key giving her side eye…but she had came with another buzzball and a bottle so we let her stay and we all took shots. 

Eventually we are all sitting in the field and tipsy af, and WE SEE ….DEADSSS MR BUMFUCK STARING AT US FROM THE FENCE. 

-I was smart and after we finished drinking my bottle I threw it into the woods. Grace was just holding hers in the field out and about and in the open….

SO OBIOUSFUCKINGLY MR BUMFUCK SAW IT AND CAUGHT US


We all go our seprate ways and leave cus now the party’s crashed. I am cussing him out and then run away from him and go home with my friend Heartzz and Ivy. I then spent the next 2 hours in a humid bathroom puking. Moral of the story is- FUCK GRACE BITCHH AND MR BUMFUCK.N


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Heartzz

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this was my 9/11


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Well yes

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Muzzalera

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Your life sounds Fun lol


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