Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Who do you have to let impregnate you to get some baked goods around here?

I'd like to know. In Hollywood, guys are always going out to get ice cream for their unreasonable and expecting wives. Nevermind. I answered my own question. This is just another example of how being married in the eyes of Revenue Canada only has screwed me over once again. If there was a ring on my finger, I could be secure enough to kick up enough of a fuss until he left to go and get me ice cream. Or baked goods. You've won this one Partner. Until next time.

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