How About I Won’t Call You A Dumbass If You Don’t Do Dumbass Things, DUMBASS

At three a.m. the night before/morning of moving day, I got a call from The Marine. What the hell, he’s never up this late. Maybe he’s drunk and trying to get a booty call? Well if he wants to hit any of this tonight, he’d better come over and help me pack a dozen boxes beforehand.

I answered the phone. “Hey babe, what are you still doing up at this hour?”

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