A mutual friend of ours was invited to the cookout, but couldn't go because her husband
wouldn't let me. I had fits when I found out she had to “ask his
permission” to go. I railed about that to everyone.
Me:
I can't imagine asking my husband's permission for anything.
Austin:
Absolutely not. She doesn't even ask me where I want the bruises. She
just gives them to me.
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