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Girl: Dude, change your profile picture, it's so weird.
Guy: Meh.
Girl: Seriously, you look weird.
Guy: If you're so keen, go login yourself and do it.
Girl: ok, gimme your password.
Guy: Seriously?
Girl: Yeah.
Guy: okay, here's it. Tell me your account and password, I'll login too.
Girl: why?
Guy: Cuz you're logging in mine. You're really logging in for real?
Girl: hahaha, yes, you have three notifications, oh wait all of them are from me.Changing the profile picture now. Here's my password & login.
Guy: Don't put up some lame-ass gay picture or something okay?
Girl: yea, hehe..
Guy *logs in*: you have a notification, wait, you get a notification if I *change* my profile picture? DUDE, you're like a spy.
Girl: Bwahaha, yea.
Guy: *goes to the changed picture from her account, writes:* "Guy!! you look sooooooooooo hotttttt!!!!"
Girl: dude, wth!! *gets busy*
Guy: notification: "Guy's commented on your picture" opens it. "Thaaannkkksssssssssssss!!!!!!! you too!!!!". ( All gay looking comment)
Guy: I think we should get out of each other's accounts. It's a dangerous situation.
Girl: I agree.

Guy opens account next day:
you look hot post deleted
leaving only the "thankssss you too"
and a new comment from girl,
"uh, me too whaaat?? you're a strange strange man."

That's why she's his retarded crazy-mind best friend too.
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