When one friend of yours gets emotionally attached to a rock and another one gets attached to a ladybeetle named Octavio-mosh, you can assure you hang with the right people (probably not).
But that's why I love my friends, they're the same kind of wierd as I am
And Octavio was one hell of a sexy beetle
(Can't say that about the rock but after an hour she sat on it in the middle of the night, it took some pushing and a lot of screaming to make her let go of it. It was a hard break up, but she'll get over it. There are a lot of rocks in the ocean.)