Friday, January 22, 2010

She needs her own boyfriend, you mean.

In a restaurant bathroom in Penn Quarter:

Girl 1: I don't know, I just think she's depressed and she needs a boyfriend or something.
Girl 2: Well I mean she keeps f***ing your boyfriend, so I guess she needs a guy.
Girl 1: Yeah, I guess that's why she and I aren't on really good terms right now.


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