Marriage

This had me in stitches. STITCHES!

A conversation between The Dame's homophobic mother( let's call her The Priestess) who has blocked the lesbian confession from her living memory forever, and The Dame. Bear in mind, The Priestess doesn't quite know about my cock fumblings:

The Priestess: How's Tainted (me), have you spoken to him lately?
The Dame: Yeh, we speak nearly everyday
The Priestess: I like him, he's funny and clever
The Dame: Yeh
The Priestess: Well why don't you marry him then
The Dame: What? WhhhhHHHyy?
The Priestess: Well you've got so much in common it's unbelievable
The Dame: Nooooooooooo.

Picking myself up from the floor I quickly came to the conclusion that this was wrong. On so many different levels. And hilarious.

The days of mine and The Dame's wedded bliss are long long away.

'If I'm single in 10 years time' she said, 'I'll marry you'.

She'd be lucky.