One Day Myself and I were walked over to meet Me to discuss what to do during this particular day. I thought it be a good idea to have brunch for starters, But Me and Myself disagreed wholeheartedly.
I felt that Myself was being unreasonable while as for Me it was generally a lost cause. Myself and I have always been closer friends than with Me.
Me doesn’t even like Myself all that much. Me thought I was an irritating asshole. So Me tended to side with Myself. I knew this and didn’t care because Myself and I have been friends since the beginning .
As for Me at least Myself wasn’t I. Me and I are at ends with one another. Myself doesn’t trust Me at all.
Myself and I left Me to go pick up a pack of smokes. I and Myself talked about Me. I voiced distain for Me.
Myself thought I was beating a dead horse.
I was told by Myself to go get fucked. Myself felt I was becoming a real son of a bitch, and might have more in common with Me after all.
I was irate at just such a thought. I ended up walking off angry. Me was glad then to have Myself as a friend after all.
Thanks for Reading, Les Sober 