I'm actually quite satisfied with my life at the moment. Not a pretty presidential election, but weed won the day.
It just seems to be a few wasps in the frosting having a bit of a country-bumpkin hate-filled welcome home douche bag shriveled ball sad sack pity party for themselves, as per usual.
Put your pitchfork and other threats away.
I will get a restraining order if necessary.
Sometimes wives lie to their best friends because they aren't really best friends and they know how you'll react, but they just don't want to hang around their own slovenly disgusting philandering husbands who's art sucks complete ass. Sometimes you never know who's your friend and who's husband's gonna fuck your lover's daughter.
Some people should just suck my dick.
C'est la Vie.