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About forthewynne : Hey :) I'm Wynne, and most people have no idea how to say my name so in case you were wondering, it's pronounced like win. I'm 18 and from the US! I love spending time with friends, listening to music and laughing. Some of my passions are also baking desserts and breakfast foods, dancing every now and then, and modeling! I can't wait to graduate high school so I can go to college and pursue a career in forensic psychology; it's so close I can taste it! So anyway, if you wanna talk then feel free to message me. :) But if you're a creep, or way out of my age range, then I'm not going to reply. Thanks for stopping by!
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Voting on an FML from the Work category on a Monday between 8 and 9am, how ironic.
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Today, I was at the mall in the food court, when some guy asked for my number. I turned him down, but I was impressed with how ballsy he was. Without thinking, I said, "I like your balls!" Half the place instantly fell silent. FML
Today, while in my backyard, I had some insane gastric distress. I let out a fart so powerful that it made me yelp in pain, and left my asshole numb. A second later, I heard a cough come from over my neighbor's fence. I had to quietly limp back into my house in shame. FML
Today, I was showing the guy I like something on my phone. My period tracking app decided it was the perfect time to tell me that I need to stock up on tampons, because I'm getting my period tomorrow. FML
Today, my son got a beating. Apparently, he went to a club, waited until he saw a couple of girls pulling a duckface for a photo, then rushed over and threw pieces of bread at them. Their boyfriends, not too surprisingly, didn't appreciate this. I had to drive the idiot home from the hospital. FML
Today, I was at my mom's funeral. My sisters and I were sitting in the front row. The funeral director, whom we had met with twice before, was going around greeting everyone. When she got to us, she asked where our mom was. Seriously? FML
Friday 18 July 2014