Two of my (dear) friends have let me down when I was counting on them.
It's not funny like on a sitcom. It's gross, hurtful, and fucking lame. Oh, it is a bit like a sitcom.
I need a smoke, shower, a lazy hand job on the edge of the tub that ends with a wry handshake, and weak knees.
I need a book, and softie me pillow, bitches. I want sleep.
Peace, brotherdoobie
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