As it was brought to my attention by someone who shall remain unnamed for now (*cough*Sarah*cough*) that I was only getting abuse from My Friend With Huge Boobs, I thought I’d share some other stories of my friends… And really, it’s not all about giving me crap!

A friend of mine returned from her 4-month work trip from Sierra Leone. Upon arriving to Finland the temperature difference of 30 degrees had its effect on her skin, especially around her nose.

My Friend Who Visits Third World Countries: Mom, I really think my nose is falling off.

Her mom: The skin is just a bit dry, it’s not falling off.

My Friend Who Visits Third World Countries: *notices a funny patch of skin next to her knee* Mom, look at my knee. I think I have brain cancer.

Her mom: *not even looking at her knee* Good thing you didn’t choose med-school.

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A random comment said way back by an old friend of mine, let’s call her A (that’s her initial, so there is actually some logic).

My Friend A: Do you know that my school looks like a space-ship on Google Earth?

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BF and I weren’t even a couple yet, but we were good friends. I cooked dinner to our group of friends, and when the dessert was served (very simple, ice cream and chocolate sauce) he turned to me (to thank for the entire meal, I later found out).

BF: I think I just fell in love with you.

Me: Man, you’re easy. That’s just melted chocolate.

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Another conversation with BF. I was snappy for some (really good) reason.

Me: Oh, drop the sad little puppy act, it doesn’t look good on you.

BF: *flirtatiously* I thought everything looked good on me.

Me: *huffing* Ha! In you dreams.

BF: You should know, you’re playing lead in most of them!

Me: *faking indignation* “Most”? Just “most“? I’m hurt, BF, I’m hurt. I should have thought I’m all you dream about.

BF: Yes, well, there are the Laker-girls.