I read all the way down to the last sentence and didn't skip ahead, because I'm such a good friend and I care.
And because I'm such a good friend, I've read through all the fifteen-cent wisdoms and I've learnt that money doesn't buy class, but it gives you a satisfied buzz when you're laughing at the peons in Economy.
I've learned that it's those small daily happenings that make life so spectacular, like when the bastard who cut you off in traffic gets his bumper bashed by a taxi.
I've learned that under everyone's hard shell is someone who wants to be appreciated and loved, which is why I'm going to start my own Friends of Eugene Tereblanche trust.
I've learned that to ignore the facts does not change the facts, but I can sure as hell try.
So I've sent this off to fifty of my closest bestest friends because you told me once I did that I should get ready for the biggest shock of my life. And it could happen anywhere, on AOL, MSN or IRL. Well missy, I'm waiting. And it better be something fucking spectacular.
But because I'm such a good friend and I care, I won't be upset if I don't win the lottery, get that promotion or get paid by the Nigerians I sell my friend's email addresses to.
But maybe; that puppy you bought last week goes missing, there's suddenly coca-cola in the car engine and SARS pays you an audit call.
And that's probably because you didn't send out that email to enough good friends, and have the goodluck fairy twinkle on you, or the leery leprechaun show you his 'pot-o-gold'.
Happy Friendship Week!!!!