Posted by mecharequest
Jan. 2nd, 2006 08:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
napoleonherselfSome 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?"
