Who used to bag bitches with me.
Who used to party with me.
Who has gone hunting and fishing with me as part of an all-guys’ retreat. (We obviously went with other guys, Jesus.)
That same Malcolm is now talking about tying himself to one woman forever.
What can I say?
It’s the power of love. Faced with something like this, I think I need to work out hardcore.
Time to hit Colt Academy.