No doubt Elizabeth Edwards ye affianced and pledged thy troth (until that undying last breath expired from his or thine lips) to John more than half your lifetime ago!

Bad hair days never did plague ye, a jewel often portrayed as a (no object of denigrating, humiliating, lacerating, et cetera insult) flunky center-fold materiel baby in conjunction with doctor “T” and the women!

“I woke up without really knowing that I was. That moment where dreams and reality blend lasts forever sometimes. But not when you wake up still wasted fully clothed and spooning with a large black man. The scattered bottles brought scattered images from the night before.”