The weather was terrible, and homos were having **** *** everywhere. I asked the nearest **** if he were dying and he said yes. Somehow that made me sad, so I wished him luck even though he probably died shortly thereafter anyways. A week later I found money on a table that belonged to a waitress but I didn't care. I proposed marriage to her that included human lifespan fidelity, and she agreed. She wasn't hard to look at and I considered myself ahead of the game for the time being. Several months simply glided by as we were still in the throes of marital bliss, ready for one of us to have a baby. My bet was on her since she had a womb.