I Need a Friend...Or Fifty ThousandOkay, I did it. I got a MySpace thing. My cousin's fault. All his fault, that dirty, rotten bastid.
WHY, MIKE? WHY DID YOU LURE ME INTO HELL?
Anyway, I need friends. As of this moment, I look stupid and unpopular, and that just won't do. So, please, friend me. Do it. Now. Like, right this second. Or I won't stop writing sentence fragments. Ever.