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Tag: Friends

Can you see this? Yes, of course. What is it? A banana. No, I mean, like, what color is it? Yellow.

If you were planning one of the many parties I assume you have without me, would you: A) Invite me! B) Neglect me!

All My Fucks graduated from Shame University in 1998 with high honors.

Never Posts in the Group Chat Guy: A true live-only act. He might answer a text if you get sick.

My response time is immediate. Sometimes I respond to texts before I even get them.

All I wanted to do is continue the progression of time the way it has been going for all of fucking history. But suddenly the pandemic's MY fault?

Test the vitality of your brain’s grid-mapping cells by devising an elaborate escape route.

I’d become what’s known as "The Cool Dad" among David’s friends, and I was worried that coming off as anti-cockfighting would harm that reputation.

It seemed like you perked up a little when Josh mentioned he was trying to make mythological hybrid beasts in a lab he built in his basement.

Are your friends: A) A bunch of good guys. B) Funnier and more interesting than you, each marginalized in no more than one single and visible way.

Now, I’ll admit. I knew the words that I was singing were not in fact “words.” They were more like syllables strung together.

I will eat at a restaurant alone, as long as I can tell a friend to show up ten minutes after I’m seated and join me.