Re-Lay-Shun-Ships
This is how relationships were conducted in a previous generation.
Boy: Sir, I would like to request permission to court your daughter.
Girl’s father: Honey, bring me my shotgun!
Boy: Sir, my intentions are pure, I shall work myself to the bone to make your daughter happy.
Girl’s father: I want to see a statement of assets and liabilities and have a conference with your parents. Meanwhile you must feed my chickens every morning and pave my driveway. Then I will decide whether you may take my daughter out to merienda accompanied by a chaperone—her aunt who made it to the third round of the US Open, men’s singles.
Re-Lay-Shun-Ships in Emotional Weather Report, today in the Star.
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