A tour of the Friend zone By: E. D. Oghre

Hello and welcome to the friendzone
My name is E. D one of the princes of the friend zone and I will be your tour guide.

But first Let me give you a brief history of the friend zone. The friend zone is as old as Friendship itself. It started the first day a man and woman became friends and has existed since then. The friend zone has its hand in a lot of major historical events like the second World War. If you doubt me just do a deep research into the life of Adolf Hitler and am sure you will be very surprised to see that he was friend zoned by a Jewish girl sometime in the past.

Over here you can see the foolish guys who are still trying to get out of the friend zone, but as you can see they all fail. Feel free to take pictures of the next once failure .(shakes my head sadly)

Okay lets move on, as you see the friend zone cuts across all religions, tribes and nationality. So of the most successful spiritual leader all developed from the friend zone. Some pastors, priests and monks.

The hurt drove them to God, Here you can see that a lot of our members are very successful and influential. These men put their emotions into their jobs and are now master inventors, writers, singers, and business men.

Also if you look over there you will see those who are trying to take their lives because they can't handle the hurt. See That poor fellow with the rope on his neck, his girl said he was like the little brother she always wanted.

Lets move on, here we see those who closed of their hearts and vowed never to love again, some are now poets and writers feeding of the pain. Others have become player or as is said in a part of Nigeria, they are Yoruba demons.

Now i am sure many of you are wondering about my story. Well the girl i liked told me that she hopes in the future that my son marries her daughter. When that happened i was officially crowned a prince of the friend zone. Anyway we have come to the end of our tour, i hope you enjoyed it.

Now one last and very important thing is this, once you enter the friend zone you can never leave, you are trapped for life. I hope you enjoy your stay cause you are trapped here for life.

"No one escapes the friend zone"

Good bye

*E. D. Oghre*

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