There was a deal-clincher for me marrying SWWBO. All the usual reasons were there - she bathed, laughed at my jokes, could cook, was passably likeable, didn't care (out loud) if I dropped my undies on the floor (usually next to hers, anyway), etc. All the usual reasons.
But... the deal clincher was she bought me a machine gun.
This one, in fact.
But wait! There's more! The joke is that we get everything we want *before* the wedding... and during the honeymoon... but after that, well, y'know, things slack off... right?
Not SWWBO! Next Christmas I got this!
But! There's *always* a "but," right? There was a condition attached. I couldn't get any more guns.
That's right. Not a one. Deal-breaker, right?
Nope. I couldn't get any more guns *unless* I put them on display. In other words, to feed my jones, I was *forced*... yes, *forced* I say, to do this: I had to take a room in the basement and make it a museum!
Now *that* is my kinda woman.
Heh. It seems that there's at least one other woman like that around... at least in Chris Muir's imagination.
And it's no mistake she's a Castle Gurl! You got Zed an AUG? You rock, woman! Those ain't cheap!
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