Sometimes I fantasize about Misato coming home drunk and beating me till I feel numb. She kicks me in the ribs until I can hardly breathe. Then she cries and apologizes, begging me to forgive her as she holds me all night as I gently cry into her t-shirt. is there any hope for me?

No par-tays, no shindigs, no keggers, no hootenannies, no mixers, no raves, no box socials!