This is actually a little bit for my refined taste, but I'll share it anyways. Do you know that my grandparents still keep their love alive? How you may ask? It's kind of gross, but a special part of
their Victorian house is a modern love suite. Can you imagine what they do there?
Well, nobody dares to visit their rooms, but during their golden wedding anniversary, we were obliged to assist them inside their rooms. Do you know what I found out? There was a heart-shape bed with mirrors at the ceiling. Now I don't know where these folks got the idea, but it looks like Vegas to me. Now that's what you call Viva Las Vegas!
I'm not sure if I'll be appalled or thrilled about what I saw, but despite the gross imaginations, I thought that this precious nook of their love is somewhat sweet. Come on, I couldn't even last five years with my wife and they made it up to five decades.
As piece of their advice, in every home, they said that there should be a devoted spot for just you and your spouse. A place where life thrives and love will be revived. I don't know what they actually meant about that, but I just wished it was something decent. Well, I thought about it and I think they're right. My wife and I share an after-hurricane room. I figured that maybe, if there will be something special to remind us of the good old days, maybe our house can turn into a home. Now what for? I just got divorced, maybe next time I'll think of a nice
love suite, hopefully for my next marriage, hence, the next cradle of love.
They are not delivered by storks, but instead a product of excruciating hours before the mother, gasping for breath and sagging with pain, can push them out into this dreadful world. That's only hours if you'll compare it to a lifetime of mayhem and joyf
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