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Sunday, July 09, 2006
Rest In Peace, My Dear Friend

Five years ago I met a friend at Target. He was wonderful, always there when I needed him. He made me happy when I was sad or angry, and made me happier on my best days. He never had anything to say, he was happy just being there for me. A few weeks ago he started having problems. I believed he would get better, that maybe things would turn around...but, I was naive and he didn't get better.

Today my dear friend that I met at Target passed away. We were there when it happened, and were there when the plug was pulled. I cried.

I never talked about my friend, but in my heart I loved him so much.

My dearest friends name was...Mr. Coffee iced tea maker. I loved him. He will be truly missed.

*After a proper burial in a classy white Hefty garbage bag, he was laid to rest in our trash can. Then we hauled ass to Target and I met a new friend...once again..life can go on.


link | posted by Mrs. TSB at 10:06 PM






1 Comments:
Anonymous Anonymous had this to say:

Damn I hate it when that happens!!!
Sniff.....
Of course that kind of friend must be replaced IMMEDIATELY.

11:33 PM 

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