Shorter than tweets and small enough to swallow whole, these six-word memoirs say it all from contributors to smithmag.net.
Vacationed alone. Left with five friends.
Are we really “just friends”? Crap.
Blessed to have friends who listen.
Should have listened to my friends.
All of my friendships were seasonal.
Needed reinforcements. Signaled for super friends.
Still married. Still friends. Twenty years.
Counted 16 friends today. Not worthy.
Sibling rivalry ended. Now we’re friends.
Deserve my friends and my enemies.
I gave up friends for love.
Weathered by pain. Sheltered by friends.
New friends … new lease on life.
Let’s be friends. Famous last words.
Blame taken. Friendship fixed. Coffee together.
Real friends buy matching plaid shirts.
Knew we’d be friends one day.
Best friends. Nothing more, nothing less.
Grateful for proximity to friends, donuts.
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Just found the worst page in the entire dictionary. What I saw was disgraceful, disgusting, dishonest, and disingenuous.
Client: We need you to log in to the YouTube and make all our company videos viral.
My cat just walked up to the paper shredder and said, “Teach me everything you know.”
“Just because you can’t dance doesn’t mean you shouldn’t dance.” —Alcohol
@yoyoha (Josh Hara)
My parents didn’t want to move to Florida, but they turned 60 and that’s the law.
Q: What do you call an Amish guy with his hand in a horse’s mouth?
A: A mechanic.