Friday, 18 June 2010


If I were to marry a sheep, people would laugh at me, but I think if you make a promise to someone, or something, you honour that promise. So, if I got blind drunk on a farm and asked a sheep to marry me, I might regret it, but I’d go back the next day to confirm my offer. Yes, it could be difficult to find the exact sheep but I don’t think so, I think she, or he, would be standing slightly away from the others. We’d be married in a registry office, nothing fancy, my friends on the left, sheep on the right.

Actually, I don’t have any friends.

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