On the Friend Zone

Click for the Onion article.
Prepare to chuckle and relate uncomfortably.

Comments

Anonymous said…
love the added emphasis

the captcha is licsis. is it just me or does everyone find that mildly disturbing?
June 14, 2009 at 10:26 PM
Kim said…
Dude, I thought I was the only one that had those kinds of relationships. Except I always took it one step further and slept with my guy friends. I must love awkward day-after conversations or something...
June 16, 2009 at 1:18 PM
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