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Now, let's talk about the birthday cake. I thought I'd go all out and get a custom cake that represented our friendship. I found this bakery that specializes in personalized cakes. I asked them to make a cake shaped like us, you know, two best friends forever. On the day of the party, they bring out the cake, and it looks like a crime scene sketch. It was supposed to be us, but it looked more like a melted wax museum exhibit. We all gathered around, trying to decipher which blob was me and which one was him. It was like playing edible Rorschach.
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Buying a birthday gift for your best friend is like navigating a minefield. You never know if you'll hit the jackpot or trigger an explosion of disappointment. I decided to go for something thoughtful, you know, a gift that says, "Hey, I know you so well." So, I got him a self-help book. It was all about finding your passion and living your best life. He opens it, looks at me, and goes, "Are you trying to tell me something?" I'm thinking, "No, I just thought you might need some guidance, buddy!" Next time, I'll stick to something safer, like socks. You can never have too many socks, right? Unless they're toe socks. Those things are just a foot catastrophe waiting to happen.
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You know, they say that friendship is a lot like a roller coaster ride. Exciting, filled with ups and downs, and sometimes you question your life choices. Well, my best friend recently had a birthday, and let me tell you, it was like strapping into the friendship roller coaster and hitting the highest peak. I wanted to throw him the best surprise party ever. So, I planned everything meticulously. I mean, I had spreadsheets for the guest list, a timeline for the night, and even a contingency plan for unexpected dance-offs. But here's the thing, my friend hates surprises. Like, really hates them. I found this out the hard way when he walked in, and instead of yelling, "Surprise!" everyone yelled, "Why?!"
So, we spent the first 15 minutes of the party convincing him that it was, in fact, his birthday and not some elaborate prank. Note to self: next time, just stick with a gift card.
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The day after the birthday bash, the aftermath is like waking up in a war zone. There are pizza boxes everywhere, deflated balloons clinging to life, and the faint smell of regret in the air. I go to my friend and ask, "So, how was your birthday?" He looks at me and says, "I need a new best friend." So, note to self: Next year, no surprises, no self-help books, no abstract cake sculptures, and definitely no toe socks. Maybe I'll just stick to a simple "Happy Birthday" text. Less drama, less mess, and a much lower chance of being dumped as a best friend.
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