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.