You know that guy at the desk behind the main characters? The one who has been there since episode 1, but has had a total of five spoken lines in the past seven seasons? But you know he is the one that does all the real work while the main characters are off on thier shenanigans?
That’s who I feel like.
I’m the guy that wants to be The Class Clown, but whose jokes always fall short.
The dastardly punster. Eye yam inn anne out bee four ewe no it, leafing yore brow ring culled inn eggs asp purr ray shun.
I’m the leading lady’s funny friend, who gives advice and cheers her on from the sidelines. When the leading man breaks her heart and she needs someone to talk to at three in the morning, I’m right here!
Nobody ever falls in love with me. 
How you doin’?
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I am the recurring Non-Threatening Black Friend/Neighbor.
The intolerable Eurosnob.
I’m the apparently innocent friend of the murder victim who later turns out to be the wily murderer who almost got away, but for that damn tiny detail that I overlooked.
All I wanted was to borrow his lawn mower - why wouldn’t he SHARE? I had to kill him.
I’m the one y’all are talking about here:
“Who was that guy in the last scene? He looks familiar.”
“Yeah, he’s been in a couple things. Kasper or Jent or something like that.”
“SSSHH!!! I love this commercial!”
I’m the mysterious off-camera neighbor who gets spoken about by the characters but never seen by the audience…probably because I’m always naked.
You can call me Hot Naked Guy. 
I’m the guy who goes to the coach and asks, “Coach, why am I on second string?” and the coach answers, “Because we don’t have a third string.”
I’m pretty sure I’m the closet sociopath. Dog attacks man, damages him permanently. Still kind of feel sorrier for the dog.
I am the Central Scrutinizer.