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I found some index cards with notes between me and Phuc before our afterschool date at a buffet. Enjoy.
Phuc: I smell chicken from the cafeteria
Me: you have the sense of smell of a pregnant woman
Phuc: i beat u up
Me: maybe your booger smell delicious
Me: you are wearing fatty pants?
Phuc: Any pants can become fatty pants with one simple button
Me: do you want a cookie
Phuc: No it’s yo face *munch*
Me: ONO U GON EAT ME
Phuc: But I won’t cuz I like you