there is also a correlation between the trashiness of friends and how many taz/daffy/bugs edgy shirts at walmart. those people sell meth to each others kids, then pretend to cry at a funeral.

that happened to my, no shit, prom queen cheer squad valedictorian cousin. her husband became a gacked out tweaker, she ODd, and everyone pretended otherwise at the funeral. hundreds of people. they even started a fucking foundation, and he isn't swinging from the nearest tree.

sometimes, it isn't that people fuck you over. it worse, in that they won't go with you in the middle of the night and lynch someone who deserves it.