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Posted by mecharequest
Some manner of ruckus is heard emanating from the bedroom of mechamom and Quentin.
Me: "What on earth are they DOING in there?"
Mecha: "I don't even know."
Me: "I probably don't WANT to know..."
Mecha: "I think they're killing each other gradually."
Me: "Isn't that the definition of marriage?"
Me: "What on earth are they DOING in there?"
Mecha: "I don't even know."
Me: "I probably don't WANT to know..."
Mecha: "I think they're killing each other gradually."
Me: "Isn't that the definition of marriage?"