What can I say... Mrs Mash turned thirty mumble mumble tonight and we went out for dinner and a few dwinkies. It's been a while since I/We had such a fun evenink. The fish didn't taste of fish, but iffen my spooning and stabbing her in the back goes my way my taste buds will want no longer. We didn't mention the kids once, other than the sober "oh they must be fine we haven't had a text"... I was obliged to point out that they may have murdered the babysitter and skillfully dodged that bullet. To that end we had fun, talked shite, dragged out the dirty laundry, made googly eyes and she says that she had a happy birthday. Women are such lying bitches! happy birthday babe (no she's not a member, and yes, I know how silly that sounds, nighty night)
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