Ray<3tiklishft
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Are you tired of the mushy "friendship" poems that always sound good,
but never actually come close to reality? Well, here is a "friendship"
poem that really speaks to true friendship and truth itself!
> Friend,
>
> When you are sad, ...I will get you drunk and help you plot revenge
> Against the sorry bastard who made you sad.
>
> When you are blue, ...I'll try to dislodge whatever is choking you.
>
> When you smile, ...I'll know you finally got some.
>
> When you are scared, ...I will rag you about it every chance I get.
>
> When you are worried, ...I will tell you horrible stories about how
> much worse it could be and to quit snivelling.
>
> When you are confused, ...I will use little words to explain it to
> Your dumb ass.
>
> When you are sick, ...stay away from me until you're well again. I
> don't want whatever you have.
>
> When you fall, ...I will point and laugh at your clumsy ass.
>
> Send this poem to ten of your closest friends (or else you will have
> bad luck) and get depressed because you realize you
> only have 2 friends, and one of them is not speaking to you right now
> anyway.
>
> P.S. A friend will help you move. A really good friend will help you
> move a body.
but never actually come close to reality? Well, here is a "friendship"
poem that really speaks to true friendship and truth itself!
> Friend,
>
> When you are sad, ...I will get you drunk and help you plot revenge
> Against the sorry bastard who made you sad.
>
> When you are blue, ...I'll try to dislodge whatever is choking you.
>
> When you smile, ...I'll know you finally got some.
>
> When you are scared, ...I will rag you about it every chance I get.
>
> When you are worried, ...I will tell you horrible stories about how
> much worse it could be and to quit snivelling.
>
> When you are confused, ...I will use little words to explain it to
> Your dumb ass.
>
> When you are sick, ...stay away from me until you're well again. I
> don't want whatever you have.
>
> When you fall, ...I will point and laugh at your clumsy ass.
>
> Send this poem to ten of your closest friends (or else you will have
> bad luck) and get depressed because you realize you
> only have 2 friends, and one of them is not speaking to you right now
> anyway.
>
> P.S. A friend will help you move. A really good friend will help you
> move a body.
