Is there no ends to what women will settle for? Like, if you ever hear some guy telling a sob story about not being able to meet someone, just know that the guy either A) Isn't trying, or B) Is doing something horribly, horribly wrong.
Look at this lady. Your husband is bleeding out ketchup packets and toothpaste instead of applying for jobs...He's asking for table scraps at restaurants while you're out on dates...I'm sometimes embarrassed when the waitress catches me grabbing a fry off my fiancee's plate, this guy's asking if he can pick the left over meat off of some strangers ribs. And all through this the woman's right there? Damn.
To his credit he's absolutely right about having piddling job in a cube being more stressful than living ketchup packet to ketchup packet. He's got me there. But at the same time I'm not at home working on ways to separate my two-ply toilet paper into one ply...
