Too much smug will get you into trouble. Self-congratulation glaums onto the victories widening the opening for more ooh-la-la when TCB is what's needed. Returning to the 25 manifesto, the gain is worth the offset.

Back from the hump and no jokes about going to her rump. The one that won't get out of this head is the putz who has this fantasy about being awakened by her lifting her green eggs and ham shirt saying "these cherubs are calling out your name". He responds by deciding that's a pretty cool come on and reverses it by approaching her with "hey, this big guy here is standing up for you" and she comes back with "oh yeah? better aim him in the other direction before suffocation occurs". It's not even funny but it keeps looping.

Did you ever wake up and kiss that person sleeping beside you and feel like you are the luckiest person on the planet? I did and now I can't fly Southwest ever again. You can't shit your pants if you aren't wearing any.