《Area Codes // dreamwastaken》twenty-two
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please sir, may i have a snapshot of the precious little phalanges on your feet ?
🕺my name is no🕺my sign is no🕺my number is no🕺you need to let it go🕺
but mister, i was promised the sight of your amazing appendages !
genuinely what the fuck is wrong with you
momma dropped me a lot as a youngin, there's still a dent on my head
😶
oh fair esquire, shall i break into song to share the woes of my upbringing?
how'd you know i'm a lawyer ???
wait shit really
I JUST LOOKED UP SYNONYMS FOR MISTER IDK
please don't sue me
i can barely afford cream cheese
my bagels are dry everyday
wtf
oh don't you judge me lawyer boy
you're not a judge, you can't
haha i am dying with laughter right now :/
how did you get this number
it's unlisted
wait omg are you one of clay's influencer friends ???
goddamnit. dream gave you this number ??
lemme guess, you're number girl
actually nick did
so HA
who are you
quackity lol
YOU'RE THE ME PERDONAS GUY
MY REPUTATION IS POPPING OFF
LETS GOOOOOO
where are the feet pics i was promised on twitter
you saw that ?
yes.
ooooh...so are you serious ?
down that bad ???
do you know how much cash i could get from them
like i said, mama wants her cream cheese
don't call yourself mama wth
oh go take me to court over it
wait no
let me have a creamy bagel first
i have to flex on my father's lactose intolerance 🙄🤚
show him who has the superior genetics
i-
im gonna sue you for emotional damage
and then i'm gonna sue sapnap for basically doxxing me
it's not like i know your name or where you live :(
please don't make me give you money, emu man
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im not a fucking emu
im a duck 😠
emus are 1000x better though
the people of australia lost a war against them in 1932
an actual fucking war, against BIRDs, and they DIDN'T win
so calling you emu man was a compliment really
so what do you call dream then?
i call clay a dilf ;)
NO
DID NOT NEED TO READ THAT
NUH UH
IT WAS A JOKE
YOU'RE HORRIBLE AT TELLING JOKES
STICK TO TEXTING RANDOM NUMBERS
APPARENTLY IT'S WHAT YOU'RE GOOD AT
well damn say less 😏
maybe nick isn't my soulmate after all
bye bye americans, hola guapo 😍
¿qué chingados?
eres una pinche pendeja
damn that's all the spanish i knew 👩🦯
guess our love wasn't meant to be ❌🦆
goodbye rosaline
i gotta go find my juliet
WAIT WHY AM I THE GIRL
I WANNA BE ROMEO 👩❤️💋👨
ROSALINE SURVIVES, YOU IDIOT
I WAS LETTING YOU LIVE
IT WAS A COMMON COURTESY
i don't understand why dream has kept you around for so long
you're fucking annoying
right back atcha babydoll <3
wE dOn'T kNoW nObOdY
ok yes i just watched a 'quackity's funniest moments' video, i'll admit
fan behaviour 🤩
funny how bitches turn into my fans 😆
i hope one day you take off that stupid fucking beanie and it's revealed that you have a monk haircut and you get bullied off the internet
well damn okay then.
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