Mind one.
I have a best frined. We have been best friends since I was three and she was two. Not counting middle school when she randomly hated me. But we wont talk about that. Anyways, last year she finally realized that I wasn't Satan, and decided we could be friends again. Smart move there. In any case, she invited me over to her house, to try and become friends again. First thing I say when I walk into her room. "Why do you have Hitler on your wall?" It wasn't Hitler, it was her dad, from when he was in the Army. He has a twisted sense of humor, kind of like mine, and shaved a Hitler-stache on his face. That was a less than great start to the friendship.
We got over the Nazi moment though, and quickly became tight friends again, and eventually best friends. Now I wanted to celebrate this friendships revival, so I took one of the pictures we had taken together, and edited it on facebook so it said "Best Friends" or so I thought.
Direct quote from Frined.
"Thats really sweet, but what the hell's a frined?"
Well. Awkward. I try to do something nice. And she turns into a grammar Nazi. >:/ Wow!! Thanks dude!!!
Now it's become an inside joke, and we get offended when the other slips up and uses friend. We are not friends. We are FRINEDS HEAR US ROAR. And by roar I mean make creepy old people noises and scream "DRY BONES NO!!!!" at the top of our teenage lungs.
Seriously, we shouldn't be allowed to be left alone, do you have any idea the shennagians we get into? (You have no idea the fit spell check had over this post.)
Side note. Sorry its been so long since we posted. Mind one's been roaming around, and hasn't had steady access to a computer. Anyways. Expect a flood of posts over the next couple days!!! Mind one out. Biiiiitches!
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