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Friends...
They're there to talk about traumatic birthday parties, or other traumatice events involving overweight children and gingerbread men
or to recall to your dumbest moments. like the time you peed yourself to get back someone for not letting you in the bathroom. or the time you rubbed poison ivy all over your face to get back at your dad.
yep... friends... what would we do without them...
damn, i should write hallmark cards