So then she stops crying and starts singing some dumb ass song and I said “WHAT are you trying to say?” and she squawks — sorry brother — ♫If you liked it then you should’ve put a ring on it, If you liked it then you should’ve put a ring on it♫ waving her hands in my face to show me her ring finger. Like that wouldn’t offend me, seeing that I have a lobster claw and all.
Carnies be bitches.
No doubt. So, being the calm and rational person that I am, I just shook out a fresh one, lit up and took a drag while she calmed her ass down, and then explained that while I liked “it”, it wasn’t that many degrees more than “meh, I’ve had better.”
Ouch.
Yea. So that was unpleasant of course and, yada yada yada, we’re done. I didn’t see myself as the marrying kinda guy anyway, and wearing matching Claddagh rings would cramp my style.
I like my wedding band.
Oh hey, man. Looks good on YOU. Respect.
