B.F.F.A.L.A.H.P.

My B. F. F. A. L. A. H. P. showed up at the bar and started a fight with a waiter just because he spilled a beer on him.

I texted my B. F. F. A. L. A. H. P. at 3 a. m. and he answered with a photo of him eating pizza and wearing only socks.

He called me at work and said, 'I'm coming over in 10 minutes. Bring the snacks.' I had no idea what he was wearing.

When I got fired, my B. F. F. A. L. A. H. P. showed up with a pizza and a bottle of whiskey. He said, 'We’re both going to be fired eventually.'

My B. F. F. A. L. A. H. P. texted me during a math test: 'You’re gonna fail. I’m gonna fail. We’re both gonna fail together.'

He showed up at my house in a unicorn costume and said, 'You’re my B. F. F. A. L. A. H. P. forever.'