If You're My Friend
Let's be honest, if you're my friend, how lucky are you? Maybe winning the lottery lucky or not stepping in dog shit lucky. I'll let you ponder that one. But if you're my friend, chances are, I have called you in the middle of the night and said, "If anyone asks, I was with you." If you have ever heard the following: Girrrrrl, we need to talk. You're not gonna believe this shit . I can't make this shit up. This pansy ass mother fu*ker. What the fu*k was I thinking? Yup, you're my friend. If you know that I like to call my dad Henry and that I love to have Saturday chisme sessions with him, you are definitely my friend. You are a super friend if you've heard me tell one of his stories or if I have shared a famous one-liner of his. You are a super elite friend, if he's offered you an "ice cold beer." If you needed help moving or you randomly asked if someone wanted to come help you paint and I volunteered, you are indeed m