Girl one (imagine the most high pitched, mousy, nasal voice you've ever heard): Oh my god you are kidding me.
Girl two (imaging the second most high pitched, mousy, nasal voice you've ever heard): No I'm serious. He just wrote me this text message, tell me what you think. "My balls just dropped I think you should come over later."
Girl three (3rd most annoying voice... EVER): Yeah, took him long enough
Girl two: So I wrote back that I'd be there at like 7 and he said he has a massage at 6 so he was thinking more like 8, should I write him back? What should I say?
Girl one: tell him to go screw himself.
Girl three: yeah, tell him. Hey, why are there tomatoes on my food. Why do I always order NO tomatoes and there are always shit loads of tomatoes on my food. (starts flipping tomatoes off her plate)
Girl one: Fuck.
Girl three: Sorry, I just fucking hate fucking tomatoes all over my food.
Girl one: go say something then.
Girl two: I didn't even get sour cream. I want sour cream. Hey, can I have some sour cream.
Poor over worked lady behind the counter: Sour cream is 1.00 extra.
Girl three: we already ordered it with our order. We got guacamole instead. We don't want that. Give us sour cream.
Girl one: Maybe I want it.
Girl three: You don't know what you want.
Girl one: Okay, just the sour cream .
Lady behind the counter: here you go.
Girl two: They are totally talking about us in Spanish.
Girl three: You know what they are saying.
Girl two: No, but I know they are. They are totally talking about us. Whatever.
Girl one: So should I tell him I don't care his balls have dropped?
Cute guy at the counter rolls his eyes and smiles at me, rolls his eyes again.
Girl one: That guy is so totally gay you guys. I mean you might think he's cute, but he's totally gay you can just tell because he got all upset when we were talking about stuff.
Girl three: My god, they are still talking in Spanish about us. Whatever.
Girl two: Yeah whatever.
Girl one: I'm gonna tell him that I can't come over tonight and he'll just have to skip his massage, right?
Girl two: Whatever.
Girl one: Whatever.
Girl three: Yeah, whatever.
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