Lots of people will enter your life, but few will be special enough to become your best friend.
And even then, there are certain things that you can only say to your very best friend. You don't have to worry about them judging you, even though they're going to call you a dork.
Here are 17 things you can only say to your very best friend (with full confidence that they will still be your friend afterward).
"Your singing sounds awful."
No, seriously. You sound like a dying cow.
"My password is *******."
Just don't talk to *that one person you really aren't friends with but stalk on social media anyway.*
"You’re an idiot."
Were you dropped on your head as an infant, or were you just born stupid?
"Christmas is 127 days away!"
Anyone else would stare at you and think you were a fruitcake.
"I hate you."
You don't really hate them, but it's a good comeback when you can't think of anything else to say.
"Shut up, you know you love me."
This is typically said after they say number five.
"Meufigorksbaufkel"
You don't need to use real words to talk to them.
"Numbers plus numbers equal numbers."
They're not your very best friend if they don't respond with "which equals more numbers!"
"What do you do to fix a stuffy nose?"
They're not a doctor, but you trust their advice anyway.
"Can you believe how annoying *insert annoying person’s name* was today?!"
You're not very best friends if you don't dislike the same people.
"Talk to me. I need to look busy."
There are ways I could actually be busy, but this is more fun.
"I just posted something, go like it."
You know they'll always like your posts for you.
"Walk faster. I just farted."
And I'm totally blaming you if anyone asks.
The secret you promised you wouldn’t share with anyone
People should know that your very best friend isn't just anyone.
“Hi” followed by “Helllooo?” 15 seconds later
Spamming your very best friend until they respond is normal.
"I miss you."
You'll even say it 30 seconds after they've left your driveway.
"You’re like a phone charger."
I can't live without you.



















