By my estimation, marriage is little more than the union of two people’s Oneida flatware. When two people who love each other very much decide to get married, they must first choose how their Oneida forks, spoons and knives will be be distributed and divided, and then decide on everything else, including which side of the bed you get to sleep on and if the kid is going to be circumcised.



[c] 2008 Russ of America


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