The truth about my friends...

...is that they are all better people than I am.

Seriously. I mean it.

Without exception, they are all smarter, better-looking, fitter, more successful (both financially and career-wise) and cooler people than I.

Which is nice that they bother with me, but sometimes it gets a bit daunting.

Other than the ability to make a cutting or off-colour joke at someone's expense, I'm not exactly sure why any of them keep me around.

Perhaps to laugh at.
That must be it.