After a particularly rough day, Dustin came home and stomped around the house for a few minutes. An ample amount of time passed before I asked him what his plans were for the night. His answer?
"Get drunk and type up hate emails."
In mock disgust, I reminded him that is was only Thursday and implied that MAYBE getting drunk and sending out hate mail might not be a good use of time.
Promptly and with confidence, he said, "I know that. Just wait to see what I got planned for tomorrow night."
"Get drunk and type up hate emails."
In mock disgust, I reminded him that is was only Thursday and implied that MAYBE getting drunk and sending out hate mail might not be a good use of time.
Promptly and with confidence, he said, "I know that. Just wait to see what I got planned for tomorrow night."
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