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i don't know how i meant it to come out. i... don't... know. i wasn't flirting.
oh no... i did all that last night at his work party.
i have a bad habit of calling people pussies when i drink.
there's this one guy who hates me because he's nickname is now pussy.
4th of july:
girl: hey everyone want a shot?
pussy: oh no... not me.
me: why the fuck not? you a fucking pussy? waaaah does your pussy hurt? awww your poor poor fucking pussy. you fucking pussy... just take a fucking shot, puss.
pussy: blank stare
girl: here are the shots! (and she brought the pussy one too... we all drink shots, including the pussy)
me: awww did that make your pussy feel better, you fucking pussy?
and on... and on....
i tried to tell him one night that i didn't really think he was a pussy... he didn't seem to care.
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