I recently got married. Yay!
It wasn’t easy choosing who of the three ladies I was dating I should allow the privilege of calling herself Mrs England.
I even went as far as devising a clever test. I gave each of the girls £5,000. The idea being that I’d watch to see what they did with the money, and this would help me make that final decision.
The first girl took the £5,000 and did a total makeover.
She went to an exclusive beauty salon, got her hair done, new makeup; bought several new outfits and dressed up very nicely for me. She looked lovely. She told me that she had done this to be more attractive for me because she loved me so much.
I was well impressed.
The second girl went shopping to buy a load of gifts – for me.
She got me a new set of anoraky radios, a couple of top of the range mobiles, some Pads, a brand new desktop computer, and some expensive clothes. As she presented these gifts, she told me that she has spent all the money on me because she loved me so much.
Again, I was well impressed.
The third girl invested the money in the stock market. She earned several times the £5,000. She gave me back the original £5,000 and reinvested the remainder in a joint account. She told me that she wanted to save for our future because she loved me so much.
Heck, obviously, I was well impressed.
So, which one of the three girls should I marry? I thought for a long time about what each girl had done with the money I’d given her.
Then I married the one with the biggest tits.
England's England 