One day when I was young... I watched my father grill burgers. When they were done, he handed me one, telling me it was a Bison burger. He then left... never came back... I know he may not have been dedicated to his family, but he was dedicated to his jokes.
I'm saying that I'm a moody, insecure, narrow-minded, jealous, borderline homicidal bitch, and I want you to promise me that you're okay with that, because it's who I am, and you're what I need.