Yesterday I had supper at Sam's house with a conglomeration of her relatives. We were waiting for her dad to get home.
To cover everyone relationship to Sam's dad, Sam's mom announced that we were waiting for, "my husband, your dad, your son, your uncle, and your... friend."
So Jeff is my friend (although he has not agreed to this yet). My friend Jeff fixed my windshield wipers today. What a pal.
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