So the last episode of disc 2 on season 1 of How I Met Your Mother is about long distance relationships and why they can never work. It ends with dipshit kissing a woman goodbye on her way to Germany for 2 years
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or so we thought. The week started out quietly, our ST in-boxes remaining empty. "How strange," we all thought, "this phenomenon must surely be a fluke." Fluke it was not, however, and hours stretched by to days. Finally, the Lord said, "Let there be lists," and there were lists, and our ST in-boxes were flooded.
Had a little less than 20 people here at the peak of the night. Most were close friends. That's the best kind of party. I had a great time, and I'm glad to have celebrated my belated birthday with good people I care about.
Are your story-tellers bastard-coated bastards with bastard filling? Have they insisted upon tormenting you with furry death? If so, allow me to impart the wisdom shared with me at game last night
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I expected to be bitter today. I expected to feel alone, but I don't really. I have such great friends. Friends who have been there for me to lean on when I needed it.