I bumped in to an old owl friend the other day. I said I had got married. He said, "you twit, to who".
The owl had sucked his cherry menthol tunes which had unblocked his nose, so there was no nasal mmmmm on the final consonant.
A striker named Forestieri Whose legs were excessively hairy Was thought to be brave By inviting a shave From a lovely beautician called Mary Your turn, Leo...
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-latin-america-20457443 is also a bit strange. It makes sense to me though
I think that you are in trouble if you cannot be sure about exactly how long ago you got married. What chance of you remembering after 52 weeks?
Ok, if you want to congratulate me on my anniversary next year it was the 13th October & she won't let me forget it. She thinks every week is an anniversary!!