I became friends with Ben because he misspelled bureaucracy in a drunken note left on the door to my dorm room more than 8 years ago. We've been to Vegas. We've scandalized a LOT of people. We've poisoned our livers. We've waxed our bikini lines together.
He used to be one of the filthiest boys I knew. He tells me that since he's starting washing his clothes that's changed. But I wonder, Ben: Do you still pee in Gatorade bottles because you're too lazy to leave your room?
He only dates psychotic women.
He used to get paid to be Jewish.
Together we can drink anyone under the table.
I'm visiting him in March.
Happy Birthday Benji my love.