I popped a pimple today and let the juices flow all over my chin. This was gross but became grosser when K unknowingly kissed my chin, intact with pimple juice. I said, 'I just popped my pimple.' I was the only one that found this funny.
Then I checked my social networks and nurtured my growing village on my phone. K took his clothes off and began parading around the room knocking objects off with his penis.
This is probably what marriage is like.
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