My love language is eating off your plate, instead of getting my own. Also making fun of you.
My love language is forcing you to watch reality television, and feeling a way if you side with the wrong housewife.
My love language is humor. Laughing is the best, must have taste in quality comedy.
My love language is screaming at the television when watching Weakest Link, it’s therapy. Also being a sore loser, and a sore winner when playing games.
My love language is always having weed and wine on deck.
This is actually so fun, what’s your love language? Via: Depressing Fridge Poems
