Young Nig Termite held back laughter as his bride Gloria Cronkite unhitched 3 horses from the coach. "There Nig, I hope you're happy now. I nearly perforated my ***** reaching up so high," she whined. "That'll make things easier for me tonight in our marital bed: just you, me and 2 hobos," Nig replied. "Two hobos?" Gloria questioned. "Why two?" Nig thought a moment: "Because we agreed two was plenty."