Everybody has friends. Right? Right. Lots of people have good friends. Some people have BEST friends. But me? I've got a friend so good, he's like a bruddah to me.
It's been said that a friend who really listens to you will work wonders better than any psychiatrist could ever hope to achieve. I hope you all have a chance to have a friend like that someday. Because it's true! SUPPORT FRIEND TO THE MAX.
I don't know about the rest of you, but when I'm around my friends straaaaaaaange things happen. For example, when my Bruddah and I get together to write papers for seminary (on the topic of "grace"), things like this happen:
http://squidocuments.blogspot.com/2011/04/narcoleptic-argentinean-on-epileptic.html
(This is a link to his blog... we're also blog buddies.)
(...and yes, I am the friend he refers to in every post. ^^)
We spent a good hour writing this. Meaning he was writing it while I was looking through my highlighter-covered scriptures, laughing at all his ridiculous jokes, and listening to stories of his bilingual childhood. Don't judge. You know we're cool. (NOTE: We were also jamming to records at the time. Which just proves our coolness.)
MORAL(s) OF THE STORY:
#1: My friends are awesome.
#2: Everyone should have a friend as awesome as my Bruddah.
and #3: If you find a magical spork, I hope you like Lemon Burst yogurt. :)
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