If you ever get murdered, I won't be at your funeral. I'd be decomposing in my laboratory, died from trying to cook up the most painful way of killing your killer.
We are friends. We ride together. We fight together. We smile together. We cry together. We discuss the several fascinating attributes of poop together.
You have been a very good friend, and despite being at a very inconvenient time lapse from one another, I really enjoyed the conversations we had.
So, if you ever feel the need of anything, anything at all, or just a lot of free time with no idea what to do, you know where that Wattpad icon is.
Send this to whoever you consider as a friend. Even me if you consider me a friend. If you get three back, thou art beloved!