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Me: Answer your phone.

Me: Of course you didn't grab your swiss army knife.

Me: Does anyone know where you're going??

Me: Of course they don't. Damn you Aron.

Me: Is that the bitch from the sisterhood of the travelling pants??

Me: Don't step on the rock...

Me: WHAT DID I TELL YOU!?!!?!?!?!

Me: Dude you're so fucked.

Me: OF COURSE YOU LEFT THE GATORADE IN YOUR TRUCK!!

Me: Damn you're losing your shit man.

Me: OF COURSE YOU DROP YOUR WATER BOTTLE!!

Me: You're out of your mind if you think a rain storm will fuck that rock up.

Me: Just cut your arm off already.

Me: Where the fuck did that little kid come from?

Me: JUST CUT THROUGH THAT NERVE!!! I BELIEVE IN YOU!!

Me: There you go.

Me: You really took a picture of your arm..?

Me: Omg quit fuckin around in the water go get help!!

Me: What is with this music???