Another Reason I Know I’m Marrying the Right Person.

When I drunkenly rant about how messy our apartment is, sure that no one is even listening to the drunken lunatic in the room when there is football to be watched, I come home from a long day out to find that all the pants, boxers, socks, and shoes that had been scattered around the apartment have all been deposited into Billy’s hamper, without my having to do it.

Love: someone listening to you and taking you seriously, even when you’re drunk.


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