I feel like i only exist when you guys are knee-deep in shit and need a hand to help you out.
Talked to sidra. Why the hell does she always has to contact me ONLY for credits?
It goes like this:
sidra: share kar do?
sidra: 16?
Me.: sorry
sidra: awww kyoun?
sidra: hain nai ya dainay nai chahti?
sidra: temme
sidra: i won't ask you ever again. :)
sidra: tcxxx
I mean Wtf! Why jump to totally naive conclusions? Just 'cause i said no for the first time in my life to you, you come up with THIS?! THIS!!
Major piss-off!
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