Austin and I were speculating about my nephew's potential marriage in
the future.
Me: It'll be a formal wedding, of course.
Austin, groaning: I'll have to get a suit.
Me: You won't need a suit. Just your slacks and button-down shirt,
like what you wear to work.
Austin: Oh no. I want to pimp it out. I want to get a zoot suit and
I'll have a couple of women on my arms.
Me: Good luck getting a couple of women.
Austin: I figured I'd get Loni and Megen. We don't have to tell
anyone they're married.
Me: Well, yeah. That's the only way you're going to get another
woman.
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