Me: So, you're alive, right?
Me: Because identifying your body right now does not sound appealing.
Unless you're dressed as a clown.
Then I would have to smother a smile.
Friend: That can be arranged.
Me: Can we do that another night? I'm busy.
Friend: Although I can only think of sexual connotations for being dressed as a clown.
Me: Hrm... I suppose I knew what I was getting into, being your friend in general.
Bring it on.
Friend: Prepare to be scarred for life.
Prepare to be scarred beyond life.
Me: What's life without something that'll last?
Friend: Living a facade of an existence.
Me: Exactly. That is why I don't fear AIDs, or becoming paraplegic.
Friend: What about paraplegaids?
Haha, made you think about that one.
Me: Yes. That's because I have never seen that word in my life.
Friend: That's because I'm a motherfucking wordsmith.