Sorry, Baby… I Just Had To

Only because I love Drew Curtis’, and all of the bullshit elitist jokes and in-jokes it features…

Earlier tonight, my girlfriend sent me an email. She currently lives in Philadelphia with her parents (comes down on weekends), but just bought two (count ’em, TWO) houses in NoVA. Anyway, the email ended with:

I left the [week 14 football] picks with our little “conversation” on the kitchen counter!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11

Granted, there was a bit of back-and-forth, innocently-sexual (oxymoron alert!) note writing at the bar on Sunday… but see those ones at the end?

My girlfriend has a randomly-faulty shift finger.


Sorry, baby… I found that terribly amusing. Don’t hate me.

Now I’ll have to paint her bathroom or something to make amends.