My best friend is the love of my life … he just doesn’t know it yet.

Ever since Barney finalized his divorce, I’ve been his biggest support.

He needs a shoulder to cry on? I’ve got him covered.

He needs someone to answer his late phone calls? I’m here all night.

He needs to be fucked to within an inch of his life? Climb on up, big guy.

But when he mentions he’s finally ready to start dating again, watching him meet up with guy after guy is not on my checklist.

It’s time for the best friend gloves to come off.