Reason 116 I’m getting married

While laying in bed, watching The Office mind you, we were in some type of conversation and it led to something of our relationship and Z stated a simple yet heartwarming, truth-be-told, loving fact: you’re my best friend.

And, then I passed gas. Yes, I’m not shitting you. I’m that type of girl. But I’m his best friend, nonetheless. Farts, burps + all! Gosh, is he a lucky guy.

Tootles…

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