Fuck, I wonder if one of my friends is a girl. He's cool as fuck and loves to party, but man does he talk. Talk talk talk talk talk ramble ramble ramble. If he's drunk or high or both, you gotta crack the whip and guide the conversation. It's freakin' annoying. He's one of those people that call you, and when you see their ID, you choose to ignore it because you know it's not gonna be a quick 5 minute conversation.
Ohhh yeah, women talk a lot. So much yackity yack bullshit too
