So, at work today, I got into a fistfight with one of the GIs. I think I may not work there any more. They don’t generally like people beating on the customer, I think.
Then, I get home and find a note from my wife, telling me she left me for an insanely butch woman she met last week. WTF is that about?
umm….DAUM! Good luck with that. ::tips beer to you::