(ironic story)

My glamorous friend is always neat and tidy, smart and trendy. He spends many hours choosing new watches and shirts. Only if the day is extremely warm, he does not wear a high quality and expensive shirt. In this case change it for a classy and cool t-shirt. Usually, my glossy friend meticulously takes care of his well-trimmed hair and handsome face.

My flashy friend always throws garbage and cigarette butts right on the street. He leaves empty bottles and packages of chips on all park benches he sits down. He never cleans his room and even his workplace. My friend has a warehouse of dirty tea and coffee cups mixed with empty packs of cigarettes and muddy socks in the apartment.

Do you think he is a perfect boy? I used to consider so…