I say to all the people who are trying to dissuade me into marriage with your stories of ghouls and monsters, your energies are wasted on me. Better talk to Herbert (hehe!), he's the one who's going to suffer the crunch and carry the yoke of married life.
So go to him. He knows I'm born impossible, no chance of reformation at present nor in the future. But he thinks my neo-nazi charm is cute so he lets me off pretty easily, ergo, curtailing the proverbial lovers' quarrel.
But you see, there's still hope for us. Marital bliss is not so elusive that we can't achieve it. Herbert just has to work double time. Hahaha!
(Let me digress) Shout out to all our family members, friends, colleagues and basically everyone who knows about the upcoming you-know-what:
Your inputs and monetary aids are very much appreciated. We hope more will come in the future, especially the moola.
Gob bless you all!
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