Pinky swear. Honest to god, swear. It's a girl thing.
Along with the gift of land my daughter and her husband gave Mrs. T and I tickets to Spamalot.
This morning my bride asked what Spamalot was about.
I told her it was a takeoff of Monty Python and the Holy Grail,
and was met with a vacant stare.
I began at first principles. What Monty Python was. The search. Why the coconuts...
I then set her down with the video, which she claims to have never seen.
I have no idea what planet she was raised on. A friend told me it's the same at his house.
Gents, this is what happens when you marry a child bride.
7 hours ago