Can this be true? Lawyers defending California’s gay marriage ban in the Prop 8 case say that if you’re not procreating, you shouldn’t be married?
This makes me very, very sad. If this becomes the law of the land, I am going to miss Mr. DJ more than I can say.
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Whaaat? I have to have more babies? How many? Until when? Do I get a vacation? Who are these Men, who rule me?
They’re Those People. Yes. You have to have another baby. No kidding, I had a dream last night that I was pregnant and I woke up and shoved Mr. DJ. Just a bit. Not hard.
Yea, well, those people suck.
‘Da wife once said when we were first married, “I would have loved having children with you!” Little did she know that she would get her wish. She should have wished for a new car.
We each brought a son into the marriage and figured if we could herd them into gentleman-hood, we’d be doing plenty.
Who pointed out that George and Martha Washington were childless/childfree? Someone here?
Martha had two children (a boy and a girl) from her first marriage. She and George where child-free, and the two children died young. I know because I’m listening to “His Excellency,” a really interesting bio about ol’ George. Dunno who pointed that out, though…
Lawyer logic in order to scare the Tea Baggers.
I’ll be 68 in a few weeks. My wife is past child-bearing age. Where does that leave us? Since they’re against divorce also, I guess they’re looking for legal separation, or something.
Convoluted logic–especially as she makes the house payments.
I’m afraid, Bro. Jay, that you and your bride must part. I don’t believe just because you’re beyond child-bearing years is any excuse not to bear children. I’m sorry. Should I call Mrs. Jay to break the news?
You and Ms. Croft will be required to adopt. Perhaps the pizza server is an orphan?
Why didn’t I think of that? Why, I ask you? I’m quick with the retort. I’m smart and stuff. Why didn’t I come up with that?
Oh, Jay, it is something like the Prop 8 revision or same sex couple from MA visiting Kansas. Your marriage just won’t exist any more. *poof!*
So, now I’m free to marry that extremely curvacious 20-something server at the local pizza joint we visited last night?
How do you define “free?” I mean, if she’s unattached and willing and Mrs. Jay is out of the picture, sure. And I’ll be the flower girl.
Just following up on what Carol said. (Key word: “poof!”)