You're the kind of friend that if my house was burning down,

You're the kind of friend that if my house was burning down, you'd be hitting on the fireman. You're the kind of friend that steals my umbrella in the rain to see how fast I can run. You're the kind of friend that laughs when I fall, then you trip me again. You're the kind of friend that can't bail me out of jail because you're sitting right beside me in the cell. Most of all, you're the kind of friend that will be with me until our last breath. The kind that will be chasing me around the nursing home, trying to hit me with your walking stick when we're old and saggy. And for that I love you. Here's to best friends.