Am I the only person here who is NOT attracted to a person I can't talk sh*t to?!
Seriously though.
It's one thing to have a hopeless romantic on your hands, and I totally want someone who thinks of me enough to want to inspire that side, but sometimes you just need the comedy.
My parents have been going strong for 135.6899 years and a good 134 of that was spent with them laughing and talking powerful trash to one another.
He'll tell my mom in a heartbeat how he'll slap the black off of her or that she scares him in the morning, or that my dad's snoring has burned skin off the side of her face at night, but this is all in beautiful fun and a lifetime of being with your best friend.
Now of course there is a balance because of these upbringing-deprived little bastards wouldn't know respect if it kicked them in the family jewels. There's a difference between a little trash talk and being a human box of Massengil.
Tell me how I look like Danny Glover in a dim light sometimes, it's okay...I don't mind. We can wrestle about it, then we can.... ((snort laughs))
