Rated R

She was beautiful. Drop-dead gorgeous.
He was not too ugly either.
She was very nice and gentle.
He was not rough. Sometimes.
She had a great musical ear, was gracious and loved to dance.
He too liked to whistle while opening a beer can.
She was well educated, read poetry and was a center of every party.
He too repeated this one sleazy joke to his friends in the bar on Mondays.
She was wealthy, dressed by the best designers and had many important relatives in Paraguay government.
He changed his socks regularly and sent cards to his favourite aunt in Siberia.
She was very spiritual and deeply sensitive. She even sang "Ave Maria" in the church chorus.
He also had a fleeting idea of becoming a door knob in his next life.
She was amazingly sensual and did wonders in bed.
He also slept with lots of whores since his first hard on at age 13.

Anyway - they looked like a beautiful couple. She, with the wind in her hair, driving red Ferrari. He, leaning on comfortable-looking crutches he inherited from his alcoholic brother, who was also crippled from birth.

So what would you ask ever got them together? What made them so similar in their happiness?

They LOVED each other, ladies and gentlemen...

(translated by Aquatrel Ra)