|That's a knee-slapper his friends would totally say|
There's always one chubby, hilarious guy in his group that's constantly single and you can't believe that he hasn't met someone yet. You try to suggest a friend of yours that he could potentially date but no one comes to mind. Then one night, you guys have a heart-to-heart on the back porch where he confides that he just wants to meet his future wife and you console him saying that his perfect girl is out there, you just know it. He nods and finishes the rest of his beer in one gulp, crushes the can, and goes back into the house.
Neither of you ever mention the talk, but now there's a closeness between you two. He'll ask if you want anything because he's going into the kitchen. He'll give you bear hugs when you run into him at a bar. He'll invite you to his housewarming party when he moves into his new apartment.
Then, one day, your guy tells you that his chubby friend lost 15 pounds and is seeing someone new and it's going pretty well, finger's crossed. The happiness you feel for him is overwhelming. This girl better not break his heart because YOU WILL FUCK HER UP IF SHE DOES. You narrow your eyes at the thought, like you'd honestly consider keying her car if she makes him cry. He, more than anyone, deserves to be happy.
Where was I? Oh yeah, his friends rule. So hard. I love them.