Well, I don't really know what to say, I don't know how to talk about feelings and such, so here goes.

"Are you guys ghey or something?" I am glad I met you in Seventh grade, in Anger Managment. You scared me at first with your drawing that were.. "heh, NOICE." But then we became good friends. First thing we did out of school was go see that shitty ass horror movie while you made out with that girl, Sandy, or whatever her name was and I was flirted with by Victoria. Then you were all like "IM GHEY" and I didn't believe you, then I got to Reynolds and I was like.. "He's ghey, or something." Also, we should play FUUTBALL sometime.
["Shut up, Tyler.", FFFFUUUU A.C SKILLZ, "maybe, i zuk ya dick", "maybe iuh iuh iuh iuh iuh iuh iuh iuh zuk ya dick", "areuguyzgheyorsomething", "HOLD DOWN AND REPEATEDLY PUSH B IT WILL MAKE YOU CATCH IT FASTER."]

Glad we met in Mrs. Bulldykes class. "Alright kids, if you go to college you can make over 9000 dollars more with just an Associates."
Me: "IT'S OVER NINE THOUSAND"
You: Turn around make Cheetoh-dog face and "WHAT NINE THOUSAND."
Then I brought you a "Pool is Closed" picture the next day, also The Game.
[Zombie Apocolypse, rants on Norway and its Glorious-ness, rants on Finland and its AIDS infested population, GENGAR, etc., etc.]
AMIDOINITRITE?