A woman voting for divorce is like a turkey voting for Christmas.

A bachelor is a selfish, undeserving guy who has cheated some woman out of a divorce

They played until Christmas then called it a year.

Her skin glowed, her hair was luxurious, her eyes sparkled, and her tits were even more fantastic.

Even as a small child, I understood that woman had secrets, and that some of these were only to be told to daughters. In this way we were bound together for eternity.

Later that day I went back to the old turf-house door and drew back the ivy. There between the stones was the dried-out bird's nest that was no longer in use because its owner was on her foreign holidays. I eased my letter to Santa out of my pocket and tucked it into the nest. I considered this the ideal resting place because the owner and Santa both belonged to foreign places and came here across the sky. There was the mystery of the unknown about the worlds they both came from; they belonged in the sky and my letter was destined to join them there when the time was right.