I love the Foo Fighters part. cracks me up every time!!!

Her side of the story:

He was in an odd mood Sunday night. We planned to meet at a bar for a drink. I had spent the afternoon shopping with the girls and I thought it might have been my fault because I was a bit later than I promised, but he didn't say anything much about it.

the conversation was very slow going so I thought we should go off somewhere more intimate so we could talk more privately. We went to this restaurant and he was STILL acting a bit funny. I tried to cheer him up and started to wonder whether it was me or something else. I asked him and he said "no." But still I wasn't really sure.

So anyway, in the car on the way back home, I said that I loved him deeply and he just put his arm around me. I didn't know what the hell that meant because you know he didn't say it back or anything.

We finally got back home and I was wondering if he was going to leave me! So i tried to get him to talk but he just turned on the TV. Reluctantly, i said i was going to go to bed. then after about 10 minutes, he joined me and to my surprise, We made sweet passionate love! But, he still seemed rather distracted, so after wards I just wanted to confront him but I just cried myself to sleep. I just don't know what to do anymore. I mean, I really think he's seeing someone else.
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His side of the story:

Packers lost. Got laid though.

This is a pretty solid site I came across the other day. Called http://www.veniceartwalls.com and its a place for people to freely express their art with apermit during work hours. not exactly very illegal but still a pretty neat idea right on the beach.