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What Are Friends For?

Last night, as I sat in the barn eating fried chicken and watching lost tapes , the telephone rang. When I picked it up, I heard a(n) jumping sound. It was my gay friend Drake. He told me that he couldn't solve the 7 problems that Ms. Ashanti had assigned for homework.

I'm pretty smart in math, so it took me only 5 minutes to figure out the answers. “These problems are easy!” I told him. “Use your Brain or calculator.”

“It's broken!” he said. “I think my kangoroo ran over it.”

“Then you'll just have to use your fingers!” I suggested patiently.

“wow!! You're a big help! The next time I need advice, I'll call WACKA FLACKA FLAME,” he shouted.

I don't know why Drake was so mad. Did he want me to give him the answers?