My final thing I will ever write here, because I fucking hate all of you now, I'm not even joking.
I AM THE GOD OF CREEPYPASTA! I AM DEATH HERSELF! JAZZY DA KILLER! I KILL PEOPLE WITH POINTLESS FACTS ABOUT CREEPYPASTA AND MY HYPERNESS OFF COKE ZERO!
That's enough coke zero for you, Jazzy.
takes the bottle
Ryan, I bet you look fantastic in any other pair of jeans but that one. Those jeans aren't fit enough for you. It isn't the other way around.
Thanks for defending me, AJ. I appreciate it. c:
Ryan there is nothing wrong with that. Don't you dare throw up again or I swear to God I will hunt you down and strangle you.
You are perfect.
Ry, you're beautiful any way you are. I love you so much.
Anytime for you and anyone else, doll c:
Ryan, gain every pound you want. You're still fucking beautiful. You can go up and down any scale you want but you're still going to be beautiful to me.
In all seriousness guys.
I really love each and everyone of you and so I won't stand by when someone like this talks to you like you're dirt because you're so much more than that.
You all are brilliant, funny, talented and beautiful people and I will defend you from people like this till the day I die.
Becca, you're truly a good, close friend of mine. Stay beautiful.
Ryan, we never really talk but I'm sure you're perfect just the way you are!! :)
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