I need a wife.
I need a wife. They cook and clean (allegedly). It would be nice to have cooked food without asking a waitress. But, one question. If you get a wife, do they mind sharing with girlfriends?
*In case anyone thinks I'm serious, I'm not. Wouldn't you get sick of just one furry triangle?
It’s diametrically opposed to the sanitised existence of the Lemmings around me in the Dilbert Cartoon hell I live in; it’s life at full volume, perfect colour with high resolution and 10,000 watts of amplification.
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