Me: What did your dad say when you told him?
Girlfriend: He was fine with it. He agreed that it should give me enough time to get my shit together.
Me: You know that I don't need you to have your shit together right?
Girlfriend: You don't want some broke mother fucker moving into your house.
Me: You're right. I don't want just ANY broke mother fucker moving in. You are a different story and I think I'll keep your broke ass around. We've already established I'm not with you for your credit.
Girlfriend: Nope, that's why I keep you around. Love you!
Me: Yeah, yeah, yeah.