More like first you marry her, then you kill her, then you f*ck her.
OK. I'd probably f*ck Snookie. Had to look her fat ass up. She only gets to f*ck me because of the process of elimination. I'd have to kill Gaga. I couldn't pass on an oportunity like that! I'd marry Susan Boyle. She could look after me, cook and shit. I'd cheat like a mad bastard though.
ROFLZ...how could anybody possibily get it up on that frumpy woman. OMG...limpity limp. Even the blue pill wouldn't work.
Now I need to look at some hot Victoria's Secret models to get my mind off that. Look what you've done OU...you sick bastard.
Marcus Aurelius: Tell me again, Maximus, why are we here?
Maximus: For the glory of the Empire, sire.
Baked, not fried... the healthy choice.