Jamie's screwed me so many times I should get flowers on Valentine's Day. That's not really true, but it's much funnier than saying we can always count on each other to step in when one of us drops the ball. See? Not funny. I suppose I could say he saves my ass like it's a Franklin Mint Collectible, but that just conjures up a creepy Silence of the Lambs scenario where my dismembered and mummified butt cheeks adorn Jamie's mantle adjacent to his Precious Moments figurines and 3-D Jesus face.
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