My Friend Tom.

I have this friend not many would have thought I would have he is shall I say not quit clear, he wears mascara loves to take exlax dosn't like to wear underwear and will only get a french manicure, I meet him at an all night carwash he had asked me if I could help him clean his carpet, in his car was a mess kleenex all over the place bags of cotton candy and what look to be old cole slaw still wet, I was almost afraid to help you see I didn't want to get a rash or any thing, but I helped any way as we talked I learned he worked in the same division as I did at the D.M.V. then I noticed who he was you're that guy who was hell bent on breacking up with that girl Catie was that her name? he said "you were there that day? I thought I was going to a have brain hemorrhage that girls in sain." when we finished I shook his hand told him my name he said " I'm Tom but my friends call me Angelic" I'll be calling you Tom, that was three years ago I'm glad we became good friends after all being unclear boy can he sell it.