I married a clone of Paul Newman.
A young Paul Newman—obviously.
For a second there, I thought about marrying
one of the Rock Hudson clones, but knowing what we now know about homosexuality
and DNA, it seemed…unwise?
I mean, I
love gay people, but I don’t want one of them as my husband, you know what I—?
Anyway, he’s a very good husband, but, oddly
enough, he’s a terrible actor.
Nowhere
near as good as the real Paul Newman.
And his salad dressing is—Eesh.
But he loves me very much, and we have a really wonderful marriage.
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