RON: dylan get ready, where going camping this after noon
Dylan: i dont want to
RON: i dont care , you need this
Dylan: you know nothing about what i need
RON: yes i do, infact this camp trip has everything a teenage boy can ever want
dylan: like?
RON: GUNZ AND OTHER STUFF
dylan: .-.
RON: dylan i got you a pair of “son of mars” jordans shoes
DYLAN: THATS COOL, WHY DONT YOU GET ME A BULLS SNAPBACK TOO? WHILE YOURE AT IT ? -_-
RON: im glad you brought it up , cause i got you one :33
DYLAN: HYPPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
KCUF KCUF KCUF KCUF
KCUF KCUF KCUF KCUF
KCUF KCUF KCUF KCUF
KCUF KCUF KCUF KCUF
F U C K
K C U F
FUCK~!
ST: omfg i hate her
Dylan:who
ST:my ex girlfreind -.-
Dylan: ohhh katz right?
ST:yeah -.-
Dylan: just chill bro
RON: well you know what they say
DONT HATE, MASTUREBATE!
DYLAN: hey ron…. is their such thing as butt hole cancer?
RON: ………..its called rectal cancer..dylan
RON: dylan i had the crazyiest dream last night
Dylan:what happend
RON:i had a dream i was on my death bed
Dylan: just goes to show you not all dreams come true….
*one missed call*
DYLAN: Siri call Mr.Sea Turtles
*ring ring ring*
ST: omgg dylan every thing is sooo fucked up no no no this is all wrong
DYLAN: Sea Turtles what happend!! are you ok
ST: NO IM NOT OKAY ! fuck fuck fuck fuck
DYLAN: take a deep breath and tell me what happend????
ST: some dude broke into my house and left everything
the only thing that was missing was the juice in my fridge
FUCKER KNEW MY WEAKNESS
*hangs up phone*
*Mr Sea Turtles rings door bell*
Dylan: hey man!
ST: hi man, uhhh
Dylan: i could just get high off the smell of you
ST:Dude uhhhh i need to use youre computer.
Dylan: sure man, just dont close out my tabs
*puts on head phones*
ST: AHHHH DYLAN YOURE COMPUTER IS HAVING A STOKEEE!
Dylan: its called electro pop .___.
