I've learned I can't count insults from my male friends, as these are signs of affection. Don't believe me? Oh, I promise you, it's true. For instance:
"Hey, Bitchass(trans: Josh), nice goatee. What'd you do, smear superglue on your face and go down on some ho?"
Really means:
"Josh, I feel you are a great person, and I want you to know I respect and love you in a completely non-gay way."
My response is similarly coded:
"Now, now, Nick, that's no way to talk about your mom."
Actually means:
"Thank you. Both you and our friendship mean a great deal to me, too, fucker."
It's these little things that cement a friendship.
About Me
- Sammhael
- A storyteller, a guardian, a clown, a dork, a loser, a warrior, a philosopher, an actor, a monk, a writer, a lost soul, a fount of confidence, a friend, a lover of life, a social misfit, a bum, a brother, a sneak, a fool, a strong man, a supportive force, a joker, a teaser, a mischief-maker, a clumsy force of destruction, a quiet man, a listener, a singer, a teacher, a student, an annoyance, and a kind soul. All this and more that even I haven't discovered yet. I'm a man that uses my on-line journals as safe places to joke, scream, rant, cuss, fool, associate with loose women, seek solace, and share my thoughts. Most of what I write is real, even if a name or twelve has been changed here or there. We'll see if honesty is indeed the best policy when it comes to the Internet, I suppose. Feel free to laugh, share, and enjoy...I know I do all three here.