When a guy can find a woman that will watch whatever his guilty pleasure television show is, he's found the one.
That is one of my only firmly-held beliefs.
Pro wrestling, Family Guy, stag films, etc. They're all a woman's kryptonite.
So if your gal is sitting there, enduring an entire episode of whatever you're watching, especially on a regular basis, run, DO NOT WALK, to the nearest jeweler, and purchase a big, sparkly ring.
Then, place it on your lady's finger.
You're now married.
Well, kind of.
But you're happy. And sometimes, that's all that matters.
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