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Know what’s disgustingly cute? Calls at 11:30 p.m. that are just to say good night, but then last two and a half hours.

Tonight: Wholesome TV Watching Night.

Tomorrow: Date Night (oh, wait for it…) to celebrate our Weekiversary.

Pretty sure that was a very loud gay foghorn sound I just heard in the distance and all rights I’ve ever had to the Bad Ass Club being revoked right this very second.


  1. Just making sure that everyone who reads this is fully aware that “weekiversary” is your dorkiness and not mine. Not even I am that lame.

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