"Marriage is at times necessary in order for certain endeavors to be taken more seriously by a conservative society." The goat spoke eloquently, serenely, and with a merciful intensity. Having formed an agenda for revenge which would strike soon--at any given moment--he was at length one with having his head jokingly ridiculed by a loaf of bread. Aware she did so in such a manner that one might put their face into the lion's jaws; to show they had a unique advantage over a glorious beast. To boast. At present the calm, cloudless blue of his eyes focused on his friend, who he felt perhaps had taken the unawareness of their union the wrong way. He didn't want Paul to feel he were left out. Vince thought he'd mentioned it. "Unfortunately, society still regards a married man more useful, more respected, more committed than a single one." with a sigh, he grinned in acknowledging a likely mutual disregard for that wormy fact. "Perhaps because of what he has to put up with. Was there ever a single president of the United States?"
The fact was unanimously accepted and regarded, he'd thought.
"Besides, my father had a stipulation with the money I'd inherit." Arch of his faultless brow boated the transgression of an eye that voyaged over toward Honey. Paul was Vince's closest friend, and deserved the truth more than a man who comes home to find his wife in a dinosaur costume, spanking the mailman who is dressed like the Easter Bunny. "I had to be married. And Honey isn't a gold digging bitch... note, not a gold digging bitch. As I'm sure of the other colorful varieties of bitch out there, she may gladly wave her affiliation flag... but oh, how lovely she is. Good friend too when she wants to be. When she's not hitting people in the head with things."
The seriousness fled. And a message reminder blinked, vibrated, belled on his iPhone. They were all close enough to see it.
MOMZILLA U listen to my voicemail? U need to call. About dad. Reply | Ignore