Archfriend

Archfriend: noun. In effect, the word archfriend is quite similar to archfoe but completely different. One would probably expect that an archfriend is a very good friend in the same way that an archfoe is a very bad enemy... and one would be absolutely right. Now go on; we know you want to: go and give your archfriend a big hug! And, if you´re a Christian, go and hug your Archfoe too (careful, they may bite).

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Herb cautiously opened the door, but to his big surprise, his visitor was neither a member of the hambourgeoisie nor Albert, but his old archfriend Christina (please don´t ask how the best friend of a man can be a woman. Our blog-writers are very tolerant of all people groups no matter how strange they may seem to you... well alright, maybe not of Mormons, Calvinists and the North Korean Kim family, but other than that, you could be a hippie gay pink bunny transvestite and we couldn´t care less. Although personally, I´ve never seen a pink bunny so maybe I would care a little... but definitely not because of its habits or its sexual orientation, just its fur colour, which isn´t to say that I´m racist, but just inerested. In a purely scientific fashion that is - just genuinely interested in seeing a pink bunny. Not that there´s anything wrong with pink bunnies - I´d be equally happy to see a yellow, green or red bunny. Although I think there is a breed of bunnies quite close to yellow so maybe I´d be interested more in seeing a pink one after all... but not because yellow isn´t good! Cheetahs are sort of yellow (and black, white and African) and I still love them. The point though, is that the only reason I would be interested in seeing a hippie gay pink bunny transvestite is because it´s pink and not the traditional black, white or brown, which isn´t bad, just not as atypical and and and... come on!!! Wouldn´t you like to see a pink bunny if you had the chance???) Anyway, at seeing Christina, Herb was delighted. He hadn´t seen his ardwolfatic friend for a very long time - in fact, he could remember exactly the last time he saw her on the 25th of August. She was preparing a babyloam for her garden, although personally, Herb found the mixture far too battery to make proper babyloam. Quite foolishly, he decided to speak his mind about that to her and was promptly outvited, after which he spent a year on snuffins trying to eat his way out of his human miserability.