Alright well me and my ex -yeah one of those stories- have been apart for about 2 years now. She recently got married to a guy by the name lets say jason we'll say. I get a call the other night as I was lighting up my nightly blunt before bed. She invites me out of the blue to come meet up and chill. Me being the stoned drunken individual that I am said sure!. We ended on HORRIBLE terms last we spoke but I was past all that. I mean once you get like arrested or total a car and dodge death a few times you tend to realized past shit you thought was all bad really ain't shit compared to bills and well, growing up. Anyways I get this call, we meet up, and knowing she's married and still craving me in bed, we went at it. And when I say went at it I mean I lift 5-6 days a week and I was worn out! Not braggin if its true don't hate, apreciate :D hehehe but the I guess confession is that I feel almost guilty. I mean I do truly hate her husband. Not cause they're together no. But souly for the fact that little fucker called me a highschool dropout and just went off on how I'm gonna live at home forever. Oh how the tides have turned! With just a ged I obtained a bachelor in plumbing. And I pay myself whatever I want. Its the shit, literally... but its just goesito show don't pick on people in high school, or the stoners They just get ripped as all hell, make bank and start fucking your wife like a horse in heat.