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What Are Friends For?

Why, to throw under the bus, of course. I've burned more bridges than a Zarqawi minion on khat with a tribal cousin at the local oilfield.

And so: I received this e-mail from a friend last night:

I just ogt hme and I'd drunk off my ass.

If fo some reason I on't show up in the morning...you have to cover for me.


Call me in the morning to mak sure I'm uop!

Thanks!

Shameful diction, and let us not even discuss the spelling. And yet it was an endearing thought, and the presentation was wonderful. So, did I cover? Did I call? Hell, no! I was already down for the count.

And yet this friend gifted me with 12 year old Macallan today for Christmas.

The point? My peeps are far cooler than me, and will eventually drop me like a bullturd at a teddy bear tea party. But that is a discussion for another day.

Sorry, hon. Catch me on the flip side, or whatever they said on Starsky & Hutch.