Crazy For You, Baby | Tragic Comedy

Recent conversation with Brenda:

me: You know how crazy I am for you?

Brenda: Crazy enough to raise three kids.

me: I'm crazy enough to ignore the voices in my head when we talk. I love your face so much that I'm going to keep it in the freezer when you die. I would eat a handful of caterpillars just to have butterflies fly out of my butt just for your amusement.

Brenda: Does insanity run in your family?

me: Insanity sees my family and runs the other way.

Three Replies to Crazy For You, Baby

Aaron Shurtleff | March 2, 2012
lol I love reading your updates!!

Erik Bates | March 2, 2012
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Chris Lemler | March 3, 2012
I agree with Aaron and Erik

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