The car purrs as it travels on the silent backroads of Wisconsin. The rolling hills are laid in a blanket of fog and the only sign of civilization are distant lights across the valley. Three people sit quietly in the car after a long day of fun. To my surprise, the silence wasn't awkward though, it was only peaceful. We carry this on until we saw another friend's house TP'd pretty badly...then the car was filled with laughter.

Is that a true friendship though? One where you no longer need to talk to feel comfortable in each others presence? Put yer thoughts down ye m80s.