Me and Moose got into a big argument. And I mean a BIG argument.
It was about him accidentally spray painting a little bit of paint on the SVJ.
I walked outside and saw that the SVJ had a little bit of black paint on it. I go off on Moose, seeing as there's his signature spray painted on the concrete with the exact same colour.
I storm back inside. "Moose, why the fuck is there black paint on my car?!" I asked. "Chill, we can get your car repainted," he says. "Moose. I know I have a lot of money but not that much! Damnit, Moose!"
He looks at me angrily. "Why do you have to fight with me over the stupid small stuff?! You can't let anything go, can you?!"
I look at him, furious. "Don't worry when I fight with you, Moose, worry when I stop because that means there's nothing left for us to fight for," I say, swinging my hair and going back to the living room.
He gets up and kisses my head. "I'm sorry," he said. "It's okay, I love you."
