A Touching Friendship
(My boyfriend, his male best friend and I are all at a party. My boyfriend’s best friend has this habit of trying to grab my boyfriend inappropriately. My boyfriend hates it, but everyone else thinks it’s hilarious.)
Boyfriend’s Friend: “Hey.” *reaches for my boyfriend’s right leg*
Boyfriend: “Hey, stop!”
(My boyfriend calls to me.)
Boyfriend: “Help!”
Me: “[Friend's name], come over here; I have to tell you something.”
Boyfriend’s Friend: “What’s that?”
Me: “Just this once, you really should stop.”
Boyfriend’s Friend: “Why?”
Me: “Because, you’re going for the wrong leg. He keeps ‘it’ in his left pant leg.”
Boyfriend’s Friend: “Thanks! You’re the best!”
Boyfriend: “WHAT THE H***?! I told you to help!”
Me: “You never specified who to help.”
(My boyfriend, his male best friend and I are all at a party. My boyfriend’s best friend has this habit of trying to grab my boyfriend inappropriately. My boyfriend hates it, but everyone else thinks it’s hilarious.)
Boyfriend’s Friend: “Hey.” *reaches for my boyfriend’s right leg*
Boyfriend: “Hey, stop!”
(My boyfriend calls to me.)
Boyfriend: “Help!”
Me: “[Friend's name], come over here; I have to tell you something.”
Boyfriend’s Friend: “What’s that?”
Me: “Just this once, you really should stop.”
Boyfriend’s Friend: “Why?”
Me: “Because, you’re going for the wrong leg. He keeps ‘it’ in his left pant leg.”
Boyfriend’s Friend: “Thanks! You’re the best!”
Boyfriend: “WHAT THE H***?! I told you to help!”
Me: “You never specified who to help.”
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