I have a friend named Brett. Or Bret. I’m not sure.
Because we all call him Bert.
Well, not everyone. Just some of us. Because we have another Bret(t) in our lives, one of our friends just pretty much changed this Bret(t)’s name to Bert so if you come up to me and ask how Bret(t) is, I’m going to be confused because I don’t really keep up with Bret(t). But Bert is doing fine, thanks for asking.
I love Bert. I mean, in a friend way. We’re just buds. But I love the guy. He’s funny and kind and we like a lot of the same things and he’s going to be a lawyer and wait a minute did I just convince myself to fall in love with him?[I’ll get back to you on that.]
Anyways, Bert texted me a joke this week because he’s hilarious [crap I have a crush now].
[Bert is white, I am blue, just FYI. Also, he’s great with emojis. This guy is irresistible!]
That’s funny, huh?
And just in case you were wondering if I was going to have an awkward friendship with Bert from now on because of this post, yes. Yes I am.