When I first asked my fiancée out we were in the middle of a flea market in South Jersey. Our relationship began next to a table covered in bongs for sale. In that moment we made two things clear to each other: 1) If the relationship didn’t work out we’d

I immediately start singing the Tool song Intolerance in my head when I hear the words, “Lie, cheat, and steal” together, because Tool is permanently lodged in my subconscious after listening to them a lot in high school. In general, I’m not a liar, cheater (except at board games) or