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Today my irl friends ruined my life by kidnapping me and taking me to get a mani pedi.

What am I their paper doll?

No one had the champagne, why were we even there? 

They called my feet unkempt! The nerve! Granted they were neglected, I was too busy. I feel bad but seriously!

Don't they know people get permanent toe fungus from those places?!

Did the pedi lady need to masage my calfs? Is that necessary? I really don't like people touching me. Also the pedi lady like practically snuggled my arm in her busom. 

My feet are going to smell like patchouli oil for days. The next time they try to force me to do something imma run.