Post by Ashley @ Sorry Kid, Your Mom Doesn't Play Well With Others
Love is....when he calls you biggy and you call him smalls, and you sleep in the same bed that night.
Love is.... when an annoying neighbor stops by unannounced and he and hides too.
Love is... letting you speak your mind and backing you up, even when you are compared to a real life Amy Duncan.
Love is...being snored next to and he still wakes up with his testicles intact, I didn't say unscathed I said intact.
Love is...coming home in the middle of the day to stick your hand in a shit clogged toilet so your wife can finally pee.
Love is...eating food that tastes like rancid ass and waiting until she falls asleep to puke.
Love is...holding her hair when she is sick and running downstairs to get water because she thinks bathroom water is gross,
and not complaining.
Love is...when an old song comes on and he rocks out in public, instead of hiding behind the clothes rack you join in.
Love is...when he calls you and tells you he ran into something and you laugh at him and call him a dipshit.
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