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Bobby (a fake name for my bsf) is funny, annoying, wierd, great, and likes to complain! Yw bestie! She enjoys hanging out with her bf, complaining to me, eating fried pickles or chips and salsa, and listening to one direction
“My head hurts” said my best friend bobby
A Platonic friend of a member of the opposing gender who, for whatever reason, does not fulfill the function of a boy/girlfriend, but they go back a number of years, they can confide in each other to a limited extent, and there is an expectation that things will not turn romantic/sexual. Similar to the "work wife" or "work husband" (assuming there is no affair). Bartenders, male and female, and a lot of workers with public-facing jobs tend to have many honorary gay straight friends.
"Nikki said she would text Mikey about the shin-dig we were having."
"Why would she text his ass? I thought she was with Craig."
"They're just cool. Mikey is one of her honorary gay straight friends."
National Kick your equestrian friend day is on august 23 where you kick your equestrian friend
Hi today is national kick your equestrian friend day
When your sleeping with your friend with feelings but your not dating
Yea Renae and I are attractive friends ,
Harvest your friend friend's organs day. You could do this without their permission. This day is on 24th December, so you could give your friend's organs to their family if you want!
Person A: Let me have your organs.
Person B: Why?
Person A: Because it's harvest your friend's organs day.
Person B: Fair.
Someone you have been friends with since back when people communicated via the green rotary phone in your grandma’s house.
“I’ve known him since we were kids. He is my landline friend.”
It's cold outside
And the paint's peeling off of my walls
There's a man outside
In a long coat, grey hat, smoking a cigarette
Now the light fades out
And I wonder what I'm doing in a room like this
There's a knock on the door
And just for a second I thought I remembered you
So now I'm alone
Now I can think for myself
About little deals and S.U's
And things that I just don't understand
Like a white lie that night
Or a sly touch at times
I don't think it meant anything to you
So I open the door
It's the 'friend' that I'd left in the hallway
'Please sit down'
A candlelit shadow on a wall near the bed
You know I hate to ask
But Are Friends Electric?
Only mine's broke down
And now I've no-one to love
So I found out your reason for the phone calls and smiles
And it hurts and I'm lonely
And I should never have tried
And I missed you tonight
So it's time to leave
You see it meant everything to me