Pearls Before Swine by Stephan Pastis for December 10, 2006

Transcript:

Gladys sat alone on a grassy hill, her jet black hair waving gently in the breeze. A tall, manly stranger approached. "I am Bob," he said, in a tall manly way. Their eyes met. Her heart raced. Her goose pimples got goose pimply. Bob took her in his muscular arms. They kissed. They did more than kiss. It was love. Passionate. Fierce. White hot. And on a glorious moonlit night, they were wed. And spent the next 41 years watching TV in separate recliners. "You really shouldn't be writing romance novels." He grabbed for the remote. She slapped his face.