Why My Best Friend is Cooler than Your Best Friend.

My best friend…

…can open a frozen can of Pepsi. Even when the pop tab is missing.

…sometimes talks to inanimate objects, making me laugh harder than nearly anyone else.

…loves me, even when I don’t love myself. And then tells me why I’m amazing.

…offers to hit people who hurt my feelings over the head with a Corona bottle.

…has wicked cool dance moves, and TOTALLY gets down with me at parties.

…inspires me.

…knows exactly what to do when I’m feeling down. Even when it includes silly interpretive dances.

…believes in whimsy and magic.

…is willing to discuss poop with me, even though, it’s…well…poop.

…is normal. And makes me feel normal by association.

Now. Blog friends. Tell me something awesome about your best friend.

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Comments

  1. Water works, commence. <3 Cinderblocks.

  2. My best friend made me birthday cards referencing The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy because I turned 42 (today!) and so am now the answer to Life, the Universe, and Everything – even though I don’t think she’s ever read the books or even heard of them until I was going on about a couple of weeks ago!

  3. Your best friend is super amazing.

Speak to me. Tell me awesome things. Tell me secrets. Tell me lies.

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