The History of the Joint Venture: Or, How to Land the Guy/Girl of Your Dreams -- Now with Real Miming Action!

First, we remained calm.












Second, we played it cool.














Third, we staged a cage fight.













Fourth, we figured it out. "Hey!" We said. "You're neat-o!" Because that is what Christians say when they get the strange, sudden desire to spend the rest of their days sharing bacon with strangers: neat-O!









Fifth, we bid our single days farewell.













Sixth, we apologized to our friends for getting all "Whoa, let's hold the camera out so that it looks like someone else took the picture!" on them. (Well, one of us did. The other one has clearly found some chocolate on her upper lip and is really going for it.)








Seventh, we issued a warning: cheesiness, full steam ahead!


















Je t'aime, mon petit pomme de terre. Long may you live to run after the sausage.


Love,
GB

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