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When real love kicks in.. And I mean the R E A L deal, not the one that TV shows present to you as being "part of life" in 23 minutes episodes! The ****** up, messy entanglement that takes your heart, blindfolds it and then starts kicking it from the side, the parks, theaters and picnic one, the “please make me a sandwich while I take out the trash” one, the big-spoon-little-spoon-during-the-night one, the “we just visited your parents last month and I don’t feel like doing it again very soon” one, the fuzzy wazzy baby voicey one, the planes, trains and automobiles one, the “you snore so bad that I wanna **** you sometimes” one, the bad morning breath after a hard day’s drinking night one, the cinnamon flavoured one, the “not 8 years and a half, but 8 years and 7 months” one the one for which you cannot find words to describe it right. When THAT kicks in.. you better be ready to sleep on the couch!
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Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 6:35 AM UTC
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When real love kicks in.. And I mean the R E A L deal, not the one that TV shows present to you as being "part of life" in 23 minutes episodes! The ****** up, messy entanglement that takes your heart, blindfolds it and then starts kicking it from the side, the parks, theaters and picnic one, the “please make me a sandwich while I take out the trash” one, the big-spoon-little-spoon-during-the-night one, the “we just visited your parents last month and I don’t feel like doing it again very soon” one, the fuzzy wazzy baby voicey one, the planes, trains and automobiles one, the “you snore so bad that I wanna **** you sometimes” one, the bad morning breath after a hard day’s drinking night one, the cinnamon flavoured one, the “not 8 years and a half, but 8 years and 7 months” one the one for which you cannot find words to describe it right. When THAT kicks in.. you better be ready to sleep on the couch!
miss-clofullia
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Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 6:35 AM UTC
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