The unhappy bride came with a quite a doury.
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.
Want to marry a river horse? I won’t hippos you. Or a horned ungulate? Sure, love has neither rhino reason.
All eyes are on Tiger’s wood. It’s affair way to heaven to marry a celebrity, but I wouldn’t take him back for alimony in the world.
My friend Amy gained weight by eating her husband! They charged her with Big Amy.
I get turned on by large appliances. But my wife is fridged.
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.
Which fruit must be courted traditionally? Cantaloupe.
Shania does her thing and Shania’s estranged husband does another and never the Twains shall meet.