Saturday, 13 July 2013
12:25:21 AM (GMT)
Me sending a text to my former drug dealer, can't get any weed so... I try to text
him once again.
This is how it went.
Me: Hey man, It's Ananta could I get a 20 bag off of you?
Him: Alright but I'm charging you $25 for it.
Me: Why? That's ridiculous!
Him: I've lost a lot of friends because of you.
Me: Well that makes sense you're the one who always tried to come on to me.
Him: And your the one who told your boyfriend I tried to do that.
Me: Yes, but your the one who said I send bad energy to you from the bite mark on his
Him: And you the one who gave me a blow job.
Me: That was before I was with my boyfriend, but your the one who tired to do black
magic on me.
Him: you're the one who did black magic on me.
Me: And It worked, that's why you wanted me so bad that night..
Me: Your also the one who sucked a dick in fifth grade.
Him: Who the hell told you that?
Me: The person you fucked right after you broke up with me-My best Friend.
The satanic/black metalist side of things.
Last edited: 14 July 2013