O wondrous girl of my dreams, here, in the most embarrassing, impersonal, unromantic and utterly lazy way a guy can do this, I'm asking you to marry me. Marry me and bear my children, or at least go through the preparatory pre-child-bearing procedure as many times a day as we can possibly fit into our schedules, you red hot momma, you!
(And sorry, I've got no idea who you are or what your name is. The big drawback to you being the girl of my dreams, see, is that I'm always asleep whenever we're introduced. It's nothing against you personally, I swear.) |