Posted August 28, 2002
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 laid.
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 whining.
When you are confused,
...I will use little words to explain it to your
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.
This is my oath,
...I pledge 'till the end. Why you may ask? Because
you're my friend!
Send this poem to ten of your closest friends or else you will have bad
luck and go to hell and get depressed because you realize you only have
2 friends, and one of them is not speaking to you right now anyway.