Explanation

Often times, I (Mik) will let loose bad jokes that delve into absurdness. They usually rank somewhere between an 8 and a 9 on the IQ scale. Something ridiculous that probably should just stay inside my head and not be shared with anyone. Ever.

Nicky will look at me, perplexed, astounded, and say “There is something seriously wrong with you?”

To which I reply, “I was born this way. You picked me. So really the question is: ‘What’s wrong with you?”

She will look down shake her head and say, “I know. I know.”

And that’s why we’re getting married, because there’s something seriously wrong with Nicky.