I know the best people. Yeah, yeah… everyone says that, but I REALLY do.
No, seriously I do. What, you want proof?
Fine.
“Gabe, I think I need a 12-step program for my television addiction. I can’t stop thinking about what happened on the last episode of Gossip Girl.”
“That’s an easy treatment: marriage and children. Then you won’t have time for anything for the rest of your life.”
“I’m working on it. It’s not so easy. How did Mike [ahem, mutual friend] find someone to tolerate him enough for marriage? I’m, like, 30% less annoying than he is.”
“Um, date rape?”
I know, right? It’s like I don’t even understand the definition of the word best.
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30% less annoying than he is, ha ha ha!!! I hate to say it, but he’s right. You should see my DVR, it’s calling out to me in hushed, seductive whispers and I cannot answer back.
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Yeah, true, your understanding of the vocabulary is a bit off.
Fear not. This could be a good thing.
This understanding (translate: really low standard) leaves all kinds of potential mates at your doorstep. You’ve got newly released inmates (and this would be from any institution, including, of course, criminal or psychiatric), mama’s boys (with, of course, mama in tow) and recovering anythings (alcoholics and drug addicts especially–they have such fun stories…the ones they can remember, of course).
Hang in there. “Best” is relative. (Don’t add relatives to the list, though. That’s just disturbing.)
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