It's that special day when some people finally get to celebrate their real birthday (after 3 years of waiting. If it's your birthday today, Happy Birthday. Man, does that suck!) and, according to folk legend, women can propose marriage. So, ah, anyone wanna get married? Male or female, I really don't care at this point. I need the tax write-off.
I'm such a romantic...
Friday, February 29, 2008
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I thought you and I had this all sewn up, Red?
Go ahead and e-propose to me today if you want...just think: dual citizenship and loads of cheese and gravy!
And also...the cold winter months are a perfect excuse to stay in and watch American Idol.
Dont be shy!
You're right. And you already said yes. I don't know what I was thinking.
Sorry other people who want to marry me...
If you get more e-proposals I'm willing to fight in pools of jello or whatever you need.
Just like in the old days when men squared off with pistols over the hand of some fair lass, I suppose!
That might be the nicest offer I've ever had!
How many have you got? Should I be working out or preparing my jiujitsu pudding grapping techniques?
Damn, I really hate confrontation. And exercise. Especially exercise.
The official tally is, well, zero. So continue your sedentary ways...
I didn't know this tradition existed actually. You mean I have to wait for four years in order to have a lady ask me to marry her?
Totally off my circaidian rhythm. I need a mating tradition that goes in 2.5 year cycles.
You mean to have another lady ask you to marry her, right?
I just learned of this today from Wikipedia (God Bless that website), but I know a lot of ladies who proposed to their husbands (okay, like, 2), so don't give up hope. It could happen anytime.
Well, considering the average marriage lasts like 1 year or 2 weeks or something, I'll have to be e-prepared after we e-divorce.
You know some women that asked their husbands to marry them? Wow, that's actually pretty cool.
I proposed to a girl once. But she was in the holding cell next to me and damnit all if I hadn't hawked the wedding ring for a case of Pabst only a few hours earlier. Cause usually I'm prepared in case something comes up.
So anyways, she didn't accept. But the guy in the same cell as me did. And to this day, every time I go to a restaurant and see 'Tossed Salad' on the menu I break down a little bit. It was like real love.
Nothing like a tossed salad joke to send us into the weekend.
I'll fix it:
Caesar chicken salad.
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