"I'm sorry, Jeff, you know I like you. I enjoy our chats, we had a great time at the game last week. I love your stories, and we are definitely on for Venezue

"I'm sorry, Jeff, you know I like you. I enjoy our chats, we had a great time at the game last week. I love your stories, and we are definitely on for Venezuela. I just have a lot of other friends and you just didn't make the cut." "You called me out to lunch to tell me this?" "No - I need you to tell Katie and Tom that they're out too, and maybe see if you can get an email address from them. I don't have any other contact for them." "... Fuck Katie and Tom. And fuck you. Pass the syrup." "Sorry. It's nothing personal..." "You know you're down around #140-150 on my list too." "Jeff I see you only have 37 friends on here. Why do you think you're out? You're making me look bad." "You know fuck you. At least those other 36 people are ones I can count on. They're the ones who will be at my wedding" "Actually you can't make events until you have 50 friends." "What the fuck!!" "Sorry. Oh. Look on the bright side, Jeff, it says your fiancee just unfriended you. You can always try living as a hermit, it's like your natural talent."