Brat bitches rolling on the floor and hitting each other over a mystery guy

He's not here yet.

Oh, the football game?

Yeah, the football game.

Um, I'll...

What?

Um...

He left a message and I wrote it down and I forgot to give it to you.

That's real nice!

That's real nice, thanks a lot.

He said he would meet you there.

You can probably still go.

Fuck that.

Fuck him.

If he can't be here on fucking time, then I'm not even gonna go.

You know, it really pisses me off that he didn't give me the fucking message though.

Well, gee, excuse me.

I have a lot of studying to do instead of watching football games.

Well, excuse me from your studying.

He sure do have an attitude.

What do you expect?

You never get fucking messages.

If you were dependable, I wouldn't have this attitude.

Well, gee, if you would study, probably you would pass some of your classes.

You're always so busy going out trying to get somebody in bed like a little slut you are.

So what?

You know, if I got messages, then I wouldn't have a husband.

I wouldn't have to worry about all these studies, now would I?

Oh, you're such a slut.

You think a man's gonna take care of you?

What are you, fucking jealous or something?

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