I think that Mrs. Squiffs now believes in the theory of Creation. Praise!
Yesterday afternoon, she walked into the lounge where I was sprawled on the couch in my underwear, beer in hand, munching Doritos and watching a football match on TV, and after taking in the scene a few moments, she said, "You know, Squiffs, somehow I find it difficult to believe that you're the end product of millions of years of evolution!" Squiffy
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