Further reflections on the <3ing of my wife, for reals.

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So the other day, I woke up, and was stumblin’ toward the bathroom. I noticed my hair was doing its own thang, just going every which way. Heather was in the bathroom, and this conversation occured:

E: say “bangin’” in 5 seconds.
E: hows my hair lookin today, wife?
H: bangin’.

No matter what no one says, it was mad awesome.

FL: Airline complaint - this guy/girl had a rough flight, to say the least. Click the image once it loads if its waaay too small to read.