To save Apeloverage from writing it...
So, I married this lovely girl. I say we were childhood sweethearts, but there was 13 years between us.

Everybody said that we were a fairytale, a match made in heaven, and we had the biggest wedding imaginable. I couldn't believe my luck – what a BABE!

We had two lovely boys, but things started to fall apart about then.

We both started to play about, and, frankly, I've got my doubts about my younger boy, but the least said the better.

Eventually, we split up and we went our own ways, only to find that she died – tragically – in a car crash with her new boyfriend.

Still, it's not so bad. I've remarried and despite what everybody thinks, it WAS an accident. Really.

Your pal

Prince Charles.
( Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Fri 5 Dec 2008, 10:52, 2 replies)

Except Camilla was the childhood sweetheart that he was prevented from marrying
and Diana was the mercenary cow that he was badgered into marrying by his family. So your story makes no sense.
(Seance Trumpet has got no beef with a man enjoying a croissant, Sun 7 Dec 2008, 12:09, closed)

I totally saw this coming
but it still gave me an OfficeLOL
*clicky*
(kebabking - salad and garlic mayo pls, Mon 8 Dec 2008, 16:45, closed)