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Lunch Time Girl Talk

Slutfaced *****

**I heard she has implants**

Oh my god, did you two make out?

ME LOVE YOU LONG TIME!

Sweetie, you need to stop dreaming about *****

Hahaha! What a *******

I live for you, but you need help

See the guy by the cereal? Great ****

*Okay, guys, who's bringing the flaming dog ****

Ew, your happiness makes me want to *****

I think I have a tumor in my left eyeball

So, I was at the bar and this guy walks up to me...

What exactly does a guy mean when he's going to Lion King my ***

I think this chicken is still alive

The Big O

Where in God's name are her *******

I learned what camel toe was today

It's okay, at least we're not **blonde *******

I'm sorry, but it's going to be a cold day in hell before I wear **** floss***!

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Written by
destiny-hicks
American
Published
Apr 25, 2010
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19·150
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Just another day at the lunch table.

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