|Story of my life.|
I talk about the same things over and over again and my friends have heard every not-funny story or joke I know...twice. At parties I steal people's cameras and take really zoomed in pictures of their eyebrows and stuff. I spend an absurd amount of time trying to figure out ways to prank my friends or get away with lies that range from simple to elaborate in nature. I'm never not being sarcastic, I'm competitive to a point where I provoke fights with people who didn't even know they were in a competition with me, and I rarely stop talking.
The only thing I can figure out is that my friends recognize the high probability that I'm going to get super rich right after graduating college and they're keeping me around so they can mooch off of expensive crab dip I have at my mansion-parties or take joy rides in my collection of Corvettes.