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8 days ago
Current idk who is in the right but GRAB THE DICK AND TWIST IT!
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1 mo ago
A decade ago when we made that meme "get kid", this isn't exactly what we meant...
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2 mos ago
Do you think the reason Jesus Christ doesn't rise again is because we keep putting up crosses and he gets flashbacks on how that went last time?
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7 mos ago
Happy almost crisis!
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9 mos ago
it's not just a rock IT'S A BOULDER!...or whatever Spongebob said
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These Brits sure were feisty, huh? Though Lillian wasn’t nearly as accepting of Ava’s own, personal peanut gallery as Liz was, it still made her smile that, despite all the talk about them as a whole, this Brit didn’t write off Ava by simply walking away. That, if nothing else, was proving all them anti-American stereotypes wrong. Though, Ava wasn’t an American herself. But Lillian obviously didn’t know that. Oh god, Ava’s starting to play the same game her brother does. God-fucking-dammit! She had to do something about that.

Oh, but of course, before Ava could jump at the chance, someone who happened to be sitting at the table that she and Lillian were, decided to open up his mouth. Who was he? And why the hell didn’t she or Lillian spot him when they sat down? Based off of how stereotypically-withdrawn this guy appeared to be, Ava’s first impression of him was that didn’t want to speak up. He seemed like one of those guys that chose to sit in the front of the class because it meant not having to deal with the troublemakers in the classroom. Ava never had any problem with those kinds of people. Hell, she was friends with a couple of them. Nice people when they want to be, but there were types in that same group that did it because they were a self-loathing, purposely-hateful collection of introverts that wanted everyone to feel sorry for them.

Ava couldn’t deduce which side of that spectrum this guy was. “I’m being perfectly civil. Just tell him, Lillian,” Ava said, smiling, through her eyes, she teased Lillian. How’s that for listening? “But, if it’ll make you feel all that much better, Mister...whatever your name is, we could take this--”

As Ava attempted to finish that thought, someone interjected yet again. Seriously, these people budding in a conversation was getting old. “What the hell do you want?” Ava snapped, her head whipping back. Only then did she realize who it was. She couldn’t remember his name, but the face seemed familiar. Where she met him wasn’t clear, but that would soon change as his lips moved and words flowed out of them. Apparently, he was Harvey and she met him at that boring party. “Right, because I totally remember you.” She rolled her eyes, not really listening to what he said. She only caught the last bit about novels and reading. Again, it bored her, though she just nodded and pretended to understand what he was saying. As far as he knew, she had been listening to every word.

Taking just a moment to gather herself, Ava would lean back in her chair, trying not to be suffocated by the increasing amount of people at the table. She couldn’t vouch for the black guy, but she was getting a little antsy. Plus, she dared not bring the wrath from the librarian. “So tell me, do you lot always choose the libraries to find friends? Or is this just one of those chance encounters I’ve read so much about?” Ava asked, though she wasn’t sure if they caught on that she wasn’t seriously wanting to know the answer to that question. She asked it purely for the shits and giggles.

That is certainly one way to get people to notice you. Regardless, welcome to the site! I hope you find all that you are looking for (and good luck with the devouring of our females' rears )
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Wait, what did she say? Gob? Sod?

Ava scratched her head. Almost every word that she had said that followed her opinion about the rich and powerful, Ava had found herself slipping in and out of confusion as this dark-haired girl kept on going on in that thick, British accent of hers. Sure, Ava knew that people talked in different ways and if they were foreigners, then adjusting to the normalized, American lingo was a tad difficult, but the way that this chick had been talking made Ava’s mind go somewhere else, specifically why a British chick was at Columbia in the first place. It didn’t make sense. She didn’t look like the type to come from a poor family. Her clothes were pretty fashionable, though, upon a closer inspection, Ava noticed they followed that hipster trend that’s been popular as of late. Ava didn’t understand it herself, but who was she to judge? She didn’t necessarily dress to impress, either.

The Mossos girl let out a sigh. Despite what this Brit’s rhetoric and tone hinted at, Ava didn’t move a damn inch. In fact, to further how comfortable she was, she placed her bag on the table and pulled out her phone, giving the young woman across from her a rather fake, almost antagonizing smile. “You know they made a movie about The Great Gatsby. I never watched it, but funny enough, I have an uncle from my mother’s side of the family my mom says looks a lot like Leonardo Dicaprio. I honestly don’t see it myself. My Uncle Gabriel has broader shoulders and is pretty much a loser.” Ava was sort of just talking, musing more like, to herself, through her eyes left her phone and went to the Brit across from her. “Oh and that comment about the trust fund babies —” Ava purposely spoke a little louder so those who actually were here because of mommy and daddy’s money heard her “— if they truly knew about me and what family I came from, they wouldn’t think twice about messing with—”

And that’s when she put her foot in her mouth. The next thing that was going to come out of Ava’s mouth was to brag about how she comes from a family of powerful people with mafia ties. That wasn’t how Ava rolled. No, she wanted to stay away from that side that actually was proud of being a criminal. She wasn’t her brother nor was she her mother. It wasn’t true. It honestly was bullshit that they claimed to be so proud of a legacy filled with violence and crime. She’d rather be poor like those in the middle class than have to show some pride in her family’s power and how they obtained it.

“But nevermind that, stranger from across the pond, I’m not here to brag about my stupid family. What are you doing here in America? There are plenty of prestigious colleges from wherever it is you’re from, so why come here? Columbia isn’t exactly Brown. You probably would’ve saved a ton of pounds in commute.” Ava leaned forward, glancing at the stranger. “And by the way, allow me to save you the trouble of guessing my name. I’m sure if you had all of the guesses in the world, you’d never think it was Ava. So, there it is. My name is Ava. And now, it’s your turn to do the proper, Brit thing, and tell me yours. I bet it’s something like Annabelle or Clementine Ava did the worst British accent in human history when she said Clementine just now. “But seriously, it’d be nice to put a name to the thickness of your accent. Sucks having to always refer to you as ‘the Brit chick’.”


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