I’m at a super bowl party last night with some dude I know from work, invited me. I was like sure whatever. We are drinking and bullshiting. I’m thinking to my self, man if this dudes wasn’t married we could be fucking besties. Yeah I said besties. But it can’t work. It can never work. Unless he’s a total piece of shit like many TUSCLers then it just won’t work. The people that I want to surround myself with need to assist in the hunt for pussy. Not “Oh I got to be in bed by 6 tonight because well, you know, the old lady” No bitch WE GOIN OUT!!!!!!!
What a disaster marriage is for fun. Any stories of y’all losing friends to this odd ritual?

