Because you’re my friend

When you are sad, I will get you drunk and help you plot revenge against the scum sucking bastard who made you sad.

When you are scared, I will laugh at you and tease you about it every chance I get.

When you are worried, I will tell you how much worse it could be and to quit complaining.

When you are confused, I will use little words to explain it to your dumb ass.

When you are sick, I will hold your hair while you pay homage to the porcelain god.

When you fall, I will point and laugh at your clumsy ass.

This is my oath I pledge till the end.

Why you may ask?  Because you’re my friend.

via email from Marlys Christofferson, Tue, 27 Jun 2000 10:13:22 -0500