Go to dinner with her and one of her crazy friends. And I'm not talking nice-crazy here. I mean full-on damaged-goods-chip-on-her-shoulder-that-comes-with-its-own-dip-loud-abrasive-argumentative-angry-crazy.
And don't complain about it. Not even once. In fact, mention the next morning (through gritted teeth and a hang-over) what a good time you had the night before.
Thanks Con! You are genuinely the best person in the world. Smoochies. Massive brownie pointage for you this weekend.
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i feel like conor and gerry might have had a discussion about that and sheds before we left for canada. oddly no complaints about the basement and shed cleaning and my CRAZY family until i forced him to, for fear of an eventual blowup in the possible form of homocide.
they're good guys.
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