I freaking love the conversations between my ILs. The volume. The intensity. The extreme over-exaggeration. I do love it, honestly. I'm not sure I could take it all the time year-round, but good gravy it is thoroughly entertaining. Sometimes.
Tonight was no exception. It was football, then random rants and expletives, promises if future demonstrations of love and violence, respectively.
Tonight was no exception. It was football, then random rants and expletives, promises if future demonstrations of love and violence, respectively.
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