Dang, Girl!

So we had just gotten back from dinner and there was some running joke we were telling, and I forget what the last part of the joke was, but I remember thinking it was super funny, and then you walked in and totally killed the mood. "Baaaaaaah!" or something like that, all bummed out that other people actually enjoy their weekends. It's not my fault you're in cahoots with some b-hole who always makes you pay for his Oso Burrito! He could at least be pleased when you give him a beej, but nope! He acts like you're just paying your dues. I mean, I know it's part of a healthy relationship, but he could at least say "thanks" or you take you to Red Lobster, maybe buy you the Ultimate Platter. It's so good; it comes with crab, lobster, and a couple different kinds of shrimp. But the crab is a total bitch to get cracked open, kind of like your shitty mood tonight. Or, I guess what I meant was, you are acting like you are having a crack withdrawl. Or is it "withdrawal"?