And I totally dominated the Bourbon Whopper at the BK drive through en route back to Ladner.
I owe the next round of Nacho's, full stop.
I was bullied by a PMSing wife who was demanding she spend the evening with the dykes on spikes playing California Kick ball and her going out over me was more beneficial to my ever getting laid again than a night of pints and chucking arrows with the lads.
She didn't really seem to care that I said there was new punching and old punching bags to take advantage of.
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