You’re that girlfriend of mine who likes to shit with the door open and talk loud. Calling me closer to the door to talk isn’t a courtesy for me. When was it decided that once we shared a living space, it was okay to share bowel movements? When we started dating, you were embarrassed to fart around me, and now it seems like I’m getting cropdusted every time my eyes open. Can we go back to the days of shut-door grunting and not sentence fragments followed by bombs dropping? Please?
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