Most everybody had made at least one bad, drunken decision in their lives. Called an ex at two in the morning. Or perhaps has a little too much to drink on a second date and wept inconsolably while revealing how simply damaged one was, while nonetheless retaining an uncommonly large capacity for love. That kind of thing was, while regrettable, at least comprehensible. But waking up with someone generationally inappropriate, like your grandfather’s best buddy?

My dog was with me all the time. I talked to my dog. She was my best buddy. I shared all my secrets with her, but I don’t think I every really tried jokes out with the dog.

My cat, Andy, has been my best buddy since I was 18, and he doesn’t care if I’m on a TV show or if I’m red-carpet ready. He just likes it when I’m there.

The jocks that used to stuff me into a locker when I was a punk rocker are my best buddies now.

You can’t tell your best buddy that you love him.

A lot of times the characters I play tend to be kind of loners or they don’t have best friends or best buddies.