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Max, the Wing Man

Last night Kristen and I woke up at the same time in the middle of the night. I took the opportunity to offer her a little bit of 3 AM sweet sweet love. She declined, rudely, and got up to pee.

Max, our Labrador retriever, looked at me from the foot of the bed. He had a look in his eye that said, "Don't worry, I will teach your bitch a lesson." (Don't get offended, ladies, he calls all women "bitches".) Then he crawled up onto the warm spot in the bed and put his head on her pillow.

When she came back he refused to move. Finally we ended up three across, Max in the middle. Now I understand why he's my best friend.


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