People are going to ask how we met, Shauna. I got an idea. Why don’t we say we both joined Farmer’s Only? You know, that dating site for farmers. You did it because you really wanted to fuck a man who knows how to rake up straw shirtless, like on those dirty books chicks love to read, and me because I had fantasies of meeting a milk maid with a couple of blond braids. So we arranged to meet, and hell, within five minutes it was obvious neither of us were farmers. You think there are any actual farmers on that site? WTF, Leonard. It’s 3 a.m. on a Thursday.
