T-- is my best friend and sometimes that makes me sad. He’s bananas.
More than anything in the world, he wants to be married.
He once borrowed a baby to meet women in the park.
He has hosted a Pampered Chef party.
Tonight, he called looking for some advice. Not about women, but about pets.
“Did you have any growing up?” he asked me.
“Well,” I said, “my grandmother lived with us for about a month before she died.”
“I’m serious,” he said. “I’m thinking about a monkey.”
“Why not a dog or a betta fish?”
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