My friend married a pig. She divorced him soon after, claiming he was a boar.
I moved to the Italian capital and married a fumigator. But we got divorced because after a while the Rome ants was all gone.
When a hippy gets married, where does she move to? A: Mississippi.
I got a legal separation. Let’s have apart-y!
Shania does her thing and Shania’s estranged husband does another and never the Twains shall meet.
Chaste unmarried couples shouldn’t travel abroad together. That would be illicit foreign-cation.
I can’t stand my spouse’s family and she can’t stand mine. We’re kin dread souls.
The necrophiliac gold-digger married a drowned corpse because she heard he was bloated.
Which fruit must be courted traditionally? Cantaloupe.
My sister is marrying an organ thief. She says she wants a man after her own heart, someone who can de-liver her from her troubles, and who’ll take care of her two little kidneys after she’s gone.
As for me, I married a woman who had her face surgically removed. For love no nose limits.