E-mail Sooth Sayer

Despite the fact that most people in the office don’t have E-mail, except for the few of us who were clever enough (i.e lucky enough) to break the code, I still get at least a dozen of those annoying forwarded E-mails a month.

Now I have outlined my solution to this plague before, and have no intention of ranting about it again.

But in the same way you notice all the Peugeot’s on the road after you buy one, or all the sexy men in the street after you’re engaged to one, things about Weddings are starting to attract my attention.

This was sent to me at work yesterday.

“Once upon a time, a guy asked a girl "Will you marry me? "

The girl said, "NO!"

And the girl lived happily ever after and went out drinking, shopping and on trips to exotic places. She never missed a soap opera, never watched sport, and never had to wear lacy Underwear that disappeared into her butt. She met a different man every week, had great sex her entire life and never got fat. “


I replied all,

“Why do people keep telling me stories about Wedding Hell?

Am I happily walking into a life in Hades? Am I destined to like my life in torment? Should I get my Sado-Masochism gear back out?

Also does Marriage mean I will have to start wearing lacy underwear?

Yours,

Simon”

I’ve yet to hear back…

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