* Step 1. Eat way too much sugar and caffeine
* Step 2. Empty Bladders.
* Step 3. Steal Facebook passwords from husbands
* Step 4. Add Jeff to Steve's friends on Facebook
* Step 5. Write a witty conversation between the two men on their Facebook pages(self respect and masculinity now diminished)
Jeff: Hey Steve, I was thinking, how did we do it man? How did two losers like us marry such hot babes? Those Walker sisters! I guess you can only win the lottery once!
Steve: I don't know. I ask myself that everyday. I feel lucky, but I feel bad for them...they married so below their status.
Jeff: I really feel obligated to pay her back for all she does for me. I was thinking a new Sequoia, or maybe an all inclusive paid vacation for her and Jill to go somewhere relaxing. They work so hard...they need some happiness. They do have to put up with our stinky breath every morning.
Steve: I totally agree. Did you know that poor Jill has had to drive that booger-dent excuse for a car for years now? I think a silver Pilot with leather interior would really help her out. She is too gorgeous to be driving that wreck. Oh, the guilt I feel everyday! I think a vacation for them would be awesome. I'll pay for the plane tickets. Jill has always wanted to go to Hawaii- first class.
Jeff: Steve, you always have the best ideas, and the best goatee. If I could only grow hair like that on my face, instead of my back.
Steve: Yes, but you the Silver Fox look going for you. Come on, you know the ladies dig the Sean Connery look. Anyhoo, back to the original conversation- those amazing wives of ours. They truly are the best things that have ever happened to us. I love Jill so much that I will not get mad at her (or JaNae) for stealing our passwords to facebook and writing a fake conversation for us. I will also never, NEVER invite someone to Jill's blog without her permission again.
Jeff: Good plan Steve. And I vow to always clear with my wonderful wife the pictures that I post of her on facebook, so she will look more like the super model that she is (oh, and Jill looks like one too) instead of the dead dog she resembles in this picture.