W’ell ain’t you a good friend.
That shiite hurts.
I know, I know. I was just tryin to help him stop laughing, cause I knew he was in a world of hurt.
I tried and tried. Dang, if I couldn’t keep him from laughing. Poor guy.
A good friend helps you move.
A great friend helps you move bodies.
(Mark Twain was involved in this post somehow.)