Lurch, Backstabber. Flanders, True Friend

Yesterday, I left work and forgot my wallet. I called Lurch TWO TIMES, begging him to bring my wallet downstairs to the lobby.




"I'm too busy to answer his calls . . . "





He ignored my calls and is therefore a match-lighting-to-cover-fart-odors BACKSTABBER.






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Here he is, celebrating his backstabbing.





But just like in the aftermath of the terrible tragedy of 9-11, true heros emerged from the ashes. That hero is none other than Flanders.





Without so much as hesitating, he grabbed my wallet, brought it down, and handed it to me with kindness. No money was missing.

Thanks, Flanders. A True Friend.