I REALLY DON’T GET IT.
WE’VE KNOWN EACH OTHER SINCE WE WERE EIGHT YEARS OLD.
I WAS THERE WHEN STACY JENNISON STOOD YOU UP AT PROM.
YOU WERE BY MY SIDE WHEN I THOUGHT I HAD TESTICULAR CANCER. YOU DIDN’T MAKE A SINGLE JOKE.
WE DRIFTED APART BUT RECONNECTED AFTER THE TEN YEAR REUNION, AND WE EVEN HANG OUT WITH EACH OTHER’S FAMILIES OVER THE HOLIDAYS.
YOU ACTUALLY HELPED ME MOVE ONCE.
I GAVE THE SPEECH AT YOUR WEDDING BECAUSE YOUR CRACKHEAD BROTHER WAS TOO OUT OF IT, EVEN AS ‘BEST MAN,’ TO BOTHER DOING IT.
HELL, YOU’RE THE BROTHER I NEVER HAD.
SO…
STOP IGNORING MY FARMVILLE REQUESTS YOU SON OF A BITCH.
DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED.
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