Tis true, now that he knows that I’m skinny, but flabby, duct-taped, padded, and share Wayne Newton’s penchant for an artifically-encased abdomen, he’s asked me to marry him.
Should he buy me Tiffany’s Lucida emerald cut diamond, 2 carats set in platinum or should I settle for a cluster from Walmart?
Who’d like to be in our wedding party?