So the Christmas job is over.
Me: I'm free to let my leg hair grow out now.
Austin: You could shave it to make your husband happy.
Me: Nah.
Austin: I shave for you.
Me, tugging on his beard: No, you don't.
Austin: I shave other things for you.
Me: I shave my couter for you.
Austin: I shave my armpits for you.
Me: Don't give me that crap. You shaved those long before I came along.
Austin: It's winter. I'm cold.
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if you don't get why this is funny.
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