Now I'm just sitting at my desk staring blankly at the wall like when the Cowboys lose. It's like when the Berlin Wall fell, uniting two long-separate peoples, my parents and the version of their son that they knew and raised. It's an awkward moment that lasts long after you hang up the phone, let me tell you. Luckily, she's a decent chick so at least I don't have to have her hardwood floors buttered. Please hold your congratulations, but I'll take those cool story points now...if I get enough, I get to retell it to somebody who cares.
Wrap it up NT (and watch for the dreaded halo, when you pull out and only the ring of the raincoat comes with you. Victim.)
EDIT:
My 2,000th %*%*@@$ post...couldn't plan that...
Wrap it up NT (and watch for the dreaded halo, when you pull out and only the ring of the raincoat comes with you. Victim.)
EDIT:
My 2,000th %*%*@@$ post...couldn't plan that...
