I love my girlfriend, but sometimes I think she can’t handle me. Which means I will either walk all over her or learn how to handle myself.
My ex, Olga, knew how to handle me.
Sometimes I think I need someone like Olga to keep me in line.
Someone like Olga, but not like Olga.
Someone like Olga, but who drinks water, breathes oxygen and bleeds when you cut her.
I don’t know if it’s bad that it cracks me up when you reference her like that… but it does. sorry.
omg
i know you didn’t mean for this post to be funny, but it soooooooo is!
Re: omg
I actually meant it to be funny.
In Olga’s defense, she is a very good person.
We laugh because it’s funny. We laugh because it’s true.