My better half dropped a comic strip conspiracy theory on me last night. Usually I don't lend any credence to such theories, but this one has the ring of truth to it.
You know the one-panel strip "Love Is ..." that's been syndicated since 1970?
The one that Homer Simpson described as being "about two naked eight-year-olds who are married"?
Do you ever wonder what might have become of those married former eight-year-olds?
(For that matter, did you ever notice how much alike those naked eight-year-olds looked?)
Brace yourself.
My better half's theory is that the "Love Is ..." kids grew up to be ...
The honeymoon has to end at some point, and I suppose if you marry at eight, that point is well before 20.
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