Whatever goes into your sternum comes out of mine. We can share secrets!
I'm not one to combine pb and bananas with jelly (Now Nutella! That's another story!) but some friends go together like that, just a little on the edge.
Just don't hold it against me if I get turned into a zombie first and go straight for you. It's ingrained at this point!
Did you go to day camp? Of course you did! Your parents couldn't afford sleepaway camp, whose could? This stuff was like cigarettes in prison, pure neverending friendship currency!
Did I ever tell you that you're the Cytosine to my Guanine?