I came to a sad, pathetic realization last night. I'm whipped.
Crap.
Last night I drove up to see him. I really should have stayed home. I have a bushload of stuff to do here, as well as four thousand errands to run. But, heaven forbid, I can't go one night without seeing him. Someone, please, shoot me in the face.
Oh, and Tosh, we're not talking about slobbin on a noggin. We're talking about good, clean, all American making out. So you can still do him.