I don't have a fuckload of friends. (I only recently discovered the word fuckload, but I enjoy it, so I use it when possible. If it offends you, then this is probably NOT the blog for you.) When it comes to the friends I do have, I'd do anything for them if they asked, and I'd cut a bitch if anyone talked shit about them.
My husband is a real smart-ass who cusses and farts a lot, but he's smart and loyal and makes me laugh and looks REALLY good in his uniform, so I'm happy to call him my Best Friend. With Benefits. This is us on a recent, though seldomly occurring, date night: