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.
As a serial divorcé, Donald Trump truly represents the marry again people.
In Russia and Ukraine, it’s easy to find wifey hotspots.
Want to marry a river horse? I won’t hippos you. Or a horned ungulate? Sure, love has neither rhino reason.
My axe wives split my wealth tree ways.