You guys, what's the deal with us? We never listen to each other anymore, we hardly even talk, and you come home at all hours of the night, always exhausted, smelling like the secretary, head straight to the medicine cabinet- Vicodin and bondage won't comfort you like the warm, loving arms of many post post baccs!
What is the solution? Is there hope for us? How could we let ourselves and our blog fall this low? Do you hire hookers fourteen at a time and make them wear wigs (and one bald one)? Then we can do this! I propose we either go on a cruise to rekindle our love, or better yet, be stranded on a deserted island with nothing but Sting to serenade us. Heaven!
Don't you want us to be as happy as this UFO cult? Then lets start posting, and at least a Hallmark card on Valentine's Day! I bet your secretary is getting something D:<
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