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Quite frankly my missis thanks her lucky stars she's with a magician as I am completely wonderful.
I am the intriguingly perfect mix of intelligence, wit, wisdom, compassion and sheer greatness and therefore anyone in my presence is remarkable lucky to be amongst a god amongst men.
She often wakes up in the morning turns over and thanks me for still being around. Quite frankly I dont blame her
I see marriage as the bloke admitting defeat...kids even more so. At that point he ceases to be a man and becomes whipped.
Imagine all the beer, holidays, gadgets and adventures you could have instead with the money wasted on those dribbling little nightmares (the kids not the missis)
I suppose the marriage bit comes so that the couple have a day to talk about for a few months as all other avenues have been exhausted.
At that point the kid/s have arrived and therefore you can talk through them or about them for quite a few years until they leave home at which point you quit talking altogether and just attempt to exchange pleasantries until one keels over and you are free but at that point you are too immobile to act on all those things you wanted to do with your life. Spending your last days both alone (as the ungrateful kids have their own lives to live) and unfulfilled.
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