you have no one to blame but yourself.
no one told you to get married.
no one told you to get married.
Wait a minute. Scratch that. Let's try that again...
Lion, you lovely little sly ole' foxy stoaty stoaty stoat... will you marry me? Be my husband darling! I'll even shave my legs and throw on a dress for the wedding, tuck my little m8 between my legs, and no one will be the wiser. Happily e'er after awaits you and I, so let's seize this chance!



