An Unimperial Union

Ms. Patrick, of pornographic renown, and Mr. Iyer, the travel writer, entered wedlock. They were driving back from their nuptials in a -9 when the vehicle ran over a -2pede. Iyer let a yelp of joy out, much to the disgust of his bride.

'You 6lomaniac!' she cried. 'How can you be so 1dent? What a rotten 18mple you would set our children. I must re-think my -1sion on this marriage. I should've probably accepted when the darling nonagenarian proposed to me.'

'Enough of this 2ring and -6managing already!' he returned. 'I had no idea you were one of those 15 types. You are absolutely right, you should've married the -3onaire instead of me. We can correct the situation yet -- I'm calling my -18rney right away.'

How could their matrimonial bliss have lasted long? She was after all a 12 and he, a -12.

That is why you must cast your connubial vote wisely.