i think this girl is on the cheerleading squad at my old highschool!
did you reblog the wrong post I don’t understand this is a dorito
Let me tell you something about Dorito. We were best friends in middle school. I know, right? It’s so embarrassing. I don’t even… Whatever. So then in eighth grade, I started going out with my first Pringles Kyle who was totally gorgeous but then he moved to Indiana, and Dorito was like, weirdly jealous of him. Like, if I would blow her off to hang out with Kyle, she’d be like, “Why didn’t you eat me back?” And I’d be like, “Why are you so obsessed with me?” So then, for my birthday party, which was an all-Pringles pool party, I was like, “Dorito, I can’t invite you, because I think you’re more suited to be covered in cheese.” I mean I couldn’t have a dorito at my party. There were gonna be Pringles there in their *Pringles cans*. I mean, right? She was a DORITO. So then her mom called my mom and started yelling at her, it was so retarded. And then she dropped out of school because no one would talk to her, and she came back in the fall for high school, all of her flavour was brushed off and she was totally weird, and now I guess she’s on more cheese.