FoldingStory is a place where creativity

FoldingStory is a place where creativity and catharsis meet. The friends I make on FS are people I really don't know, but come to "meet" regularly for more fun than I could ever

have with with non-virtual friends.Real friends disappoint you, leave the toilet seat up, borrow your car and leave it on empty and make a pass at your boyfriend. But my FS friends

, being figments of my overwrought imagination, never irritate me because I can always switch them off. My FS imaginary friends all live in a big house, saying witty & erudite

people need to stay the hell away! The FS frathouse is the partyingest at U and we don't need no stinking, pretentious, educated jerks messing up our reputation." My rant complete,

It got more than a little weird when Jerry Seinfeld showed up for the bar and started flirting with Diane and then Sam punched him. By the time I was down to one donut,

Cliff Huxtable had gotten a card game together with Norm & Woody. Only Norm's cell phone kept ringing because Rachel wanted him to bring home some face cream. I ate the last donut.

Wait a minute. That's not vanilla icing. Rachel had been at my donuts again; I could tell. "Rachel, I found your cold cream!" I yelled upstairs. Mrs. Huxtable sauntered into the

kitchen with a disdainful look on her face. Really? And how exactly did you come to find my cold cream glazed across your doughnuts? You know that I abstain from any such

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