Not too long ago, Liam married a woman called Meg. Meg despises me, I'm pretty sure. She's making me follow all the rules she created in brackets. No makeup, no dress in how I want, no diet, all going out. The other day, Meg and I got into an argument about my uniform. I rolled my skirt up a bit. I had makeup as well as fake nails on. Liam ended up getting involved. I then told him that it's not my fault. He's not attractive anymore. I had to settle for Meg. What a low-blown.Yeah. What would you actually do when you used to bang things before? Obviously, Obviously, she doesn't say that.

She doesn't say that. I'll salivate. Because you start thinking about the boss. I'll lose forever. I also can't face my wife now because my daughter thinks you'll clap.

Yeah, it's like there's nothing I can say to convince her that my daughter's a liar.

She sees what she sees. She says it. Exactly. It's an admirable quality. Says how it is. Meg, what was supposed to do? Would it kill you to put a little bit of effort in? Sign.