This notion hadn't really occured to me until recently when, after a couple months without spending time with these old comrades I was feeling a bit low and decided to give them another chance. Suffice it to say that they gave me nothing if not a warm reception.
It's true they make me vaguely nauseated and irritable at times, but what friend doesn't at some point or another? Thank you, smokedogs, for losing none of what mystical companionship I had been after all this time.
Shit.
posted by Little Gordie @ 9:46 PM
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