Great. Now I have to go buy more beer. After think about it, I decided that although Charlie may be a total mess, which is an understatement, she still has Vivian to like, binge-watch those dumb romantic movies that are basically grow-your-own-vaginia recepies, and eat like ice cream or whatever girls do with stuff like that. I would, but I'm clinically allergic to The Notebook. But you know what I'm not allergic to? Stealing a golf cart from that country club Wyatt works at and egging that bro-code breaking, sonofabitch, Carson's house. Serves him right for kissing Charlie. Hell yes I'm not allergic to that. But guess what I'm also not allergic to; I'm not allergic to sending him dumpster diving for his stuff whenever I get the chance. And then tipping him in on accident. What? So what if Wyatt got all pissed at me for tripping, it's not like it was my idea for him to be so close when I tripped yesterday. Somebody has to teach that punk a lesson about three times a day.
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HumorAugustus "Ace" Marley was living the good life of a contented third wheel up until last week. His best friends as happy with each other as can be, and therefore happy as can be, so what more can a guy ask for? Then last week hit, and with one kiss...
