Wednesday, 14 October 2009

Stop reading if you have a weak stomach

I just found this fantastic poem,

My Friend

When you are sad,
I will get you drunk and help you plot revenge against the evil bastard who made you sad.

When you are blue...,
I'll try and dislodge whatever is choking you.

When you smile....,
I'll know you finally got laid.

When you are scared,....
I'll take the piss about it every chance I get.

When you are worried,....
I'll 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 dumb ass

When you are sick,...
Stay the hell away from me until you're well again.
I don't want whatever you have.

When you fall,...
I will point and laugh at you

This reminds me of you Jo! And the choking bit, St John apt!

I love that we spew each others advice right back at each other when the tables of our lives turn, we're both as psycho as each other at the end of the day. I'm glad I've found my partner in crime!! You're my favourite and I loves loves loves you!

One day we'll listen to each other, that day can't be too far off....can it??

Thanks for being the best :o) xxx

'A friend is one who knows us, but loves us anyway' Jerome Cummings

Too bloody true!

1 comment:

  1. How sweet are you?

    Thanks pickle. I loves you too. A lot.

    Us and our love hey? We sound disgusting. Not gay gay, but so gay.