Thou shalt not mock your best friend and her pseudo tumor

We have spent the past three days at varying levels of intoxication in a desperate attempt to put off the hangover from the disastrous night before but ended up falling out more times than we could count on her six toes and my four.

"I hate you"
"I hate you more"

However after all this and at least 4 liters of cheap cider she is still the only one that finds me funny even when Im walking home in the rain sulking having refused to take my own advice.

Plus she comes out with little gems like this at least twice a day:

"I could smell burnt toast last night so I googled it and Im 96% certain I have a brain tumor"