Hmmmmm. Lol
Fuuuuuuuu. I’ll save our convo and bump it next year.
Me:When you gunna let me tap that?
Her: um you tap this every chance we get?
Me: But when?
Her: Umm I dont know tomorrow? im pretty horny
Me: How about now 
Her: okay who is this?
Me: it’s me and the nyspeed guys 
Her: why are you being retarded
Winning
wait, she agrees to sexy time before knowing who you are? winning?
old.
me: when you gonna let me tap that?
him: hahah.
him: yes.
that means i won, right?
Me: When you gonna let me tap that?
Her: That’s pretty forward!
Me: When you gonna let me tap that?
Her: While I don’t like the way that was worded… how’s 10:30?
Why was your mom still up at 10:30?
<333 lol
lol.
LOL. wierd part was after that I said “why so late” and she says “my mom and I are out with some co-workers, we’re leaving at 10:30”… I actually replied “I’ve never seen your mother, so before I allow her to come with you send pics” hahahahahahaha…she responded “EWWW, I’m dropping her off at home first you idiot!”
eric hendel sent me one of these. lolz.
Lmfao
myself and the girlfriend of almost 7 years. she is a nuclear med tech, was at work when i sent it:
me: when you gonna let me tap dat?
her: now
me: oh really? Aren’t you next to your coworkers?
her: not anymore
me: on the MRI table then?
her: k 
me: will you at least turn it off first so my balls don’t get irradiated
her: ok.
fuck!! i sent out like 20 of these. but i deleted all the conversations 
useless post right here
doing it again friday. i did this midday at work monday lol
I feel like a screen shot of your phone should be uploaded
This.
trolled a friend’s ex. asked him first, he said yeah and lulz ensued. nospoolDC2 showed me the thread and the copypasta. i censored some of the words because i dont know the rules too well on this site (8posts in about a year)
Me: So when are you gonna let me tap that?
Her: Fuck urself
Me: No I’m not asking to fuck myself. I’m asking to fuck you.
Her: Ummm no sorry i would touch you with a 30 foot pole
Her: Wouldn’t*
Me: thank god. I wouldn’t want da herp derp. This was a joke. Hey NYSpeed
Her: (someone grabs her phone and starts trash talking) - This is toucan and jay ur going to get ur fucking face smashed in stop talking shit with ur faggot friends
Me: (he has a super sick monte carlo with a 300c or rolls royce front end) - Hahahaha. Siq donk bro. And by bro I mean never my bro phaggot.
Her: What?
Me: A donk is a nig mobile, nomsaiyin? (no racist)
Her: Come over to the beer tent and talk shit you pu$$y (this was when Queen of Heaven was going on)
Me: And is your nickname toucan because you’re a fruitloop?
Her: Come over to the beer tent and talk shit you pu$$y
Me: Drinking and driving is bad mkay? Wouldn’t want to crash while watching my 80" plasma TV.
Me: Don’t forget to wear your goggles when your drinking your beer.
Her: You talk a lot of shit and you should come and say it to my face.
Her: Come over to the beer tent and talk shit you pu$$y
Me: I’m out with my friends. Don’t have time for petty wiggers.
Her: This is the second time you backed out
Her: Thanks for the chat btw ur the next number I’m blacking HAHA frow the fuck up.
Her: U all are a waste
Me: I haven’t backed out once. Come to 5 corners and drive drunk you phaggot.
Her: Been at 5 corners for the last 2 weeks where have you been thought your bor [name] would have told ya
Me: I work Thurs nights. got out early that one time.
Her: ur a pu$$y
Her: Pu$$y
Her: Pu$$y
Her: Pu$$y
Her: Pu$$y
Her: Pu$$y
Her: Pu$$y
Her: Pu$$y
Her: Pu$$y
Me: Meh I am what I eat. Makes you a dick.
Me: (sent another copypasta) Whenever I get a package of plain M&Ms, I make it my duty to continue the
strength and robustness of the candy as a species. To this end, I hold
M&M duels.
Taking two candies between my thumb and forefinger, I apply pressure,
squeezing them together until one of them cracks and splinters. That is
the “loser,” and I eat the inferior one immediately. The winner gets to
go another round.
I have found that, in general, the brown and red M&Ms are tougher, and
the newer blue ones are genetically inferior. I have hypothesized that
the blue M&Ms as a race cannot survive long in the intense theatre of
competition that is the modern candy and snack-food world.
Occasionally I will get a mutation, a candy that is misshapen, or
pointier, or flatter than the rest. Almost invariably this proves to be
a weakness, but on very rare occasions it gives the candy extra strength.
In this way, the species continues to adapt to its environment.
When I reach the end of the pack, I am left with one M&M, the strongest
of the herd. Since it would make no sense to eat this one as well, I pack
it neatly in an envelope and send it to M&M Mars, A Division of Mars,
Inc., Hackettstown, NJ 17840-1503 U.S.A., along with a 3x5 card reading,
“Please use this M&M for breeding purposes.”
This week they wrote back to thank me, and sent me a coupon for a free
1/2 pound bag of plain M&Ms. I consider this “grant money.” I have set
aside the weekend for a grand tournament. From a field of hundreds, we
will discover the True Champion.
There can be only one.
Her: See me in the streets
Me: I dont hang in the strees like a [n word]. Skin check. I’m a civilized white person.
Her: Cool story bro.
Me: Strong cliche saying… umad, ye u man.
Her: Cool story
Me: (another copyasta) Honestly, that’s what I call a cool story bro. Such a riveting tale, I honestly copy and pasted it to word, saved on my hard drive, backed it up on a jump drive, drove to the bank, put the jump drive in the safe deposit box, and will leave it there until my kids turn about 12 (when they can actually state their age, and ask what it is I’m showing them), when I will pick it up, put it in an old USB drive reader and relay this cool story to them and tell them, "kids, this is what a cool story should look and sound like…not like the stories your generation tells.
she finally blocked my number after all of that. i know this thread kind of died off but whatever.
I feel like somehow there is faygo involved.
^^^kinda looks like dawn a little