For my 25th, I plan on recreating the “big bang” we had on our wedding night,

65 years ago today, two individuals met and it changed the fate of an entire city. These two people things, by the behest of a large governmental origanziation, were destined to meet. Over the city, they decided to skydive and meet in a colossal bang-bang of love. This is their story.

Me and my wife are having some sexual troubles.
This happens every time we try to have sex.

Sometime today, cordite, a lowly New York born lady that made ends meet by cleaning up crime scenes, and uranium-235, a tough-as-nails Massachusetts bred punchfighter detective that drowned his constant everyday sorrows in vodka and peaches, fulfilled a promise that was made a long time ago in Manhattan. None of their friends or relatives really expected that anything like this would happen to either of them, but no one really ever expects events like these.

After jumping from the plane, the met mid-air and their “love collision” caused a bomb of pheromones that has rarely been seen since. Although the locals were not pleased with this PDA there was little they could do about it, you know (flames of love are sometimes overly passionate). Today, because of this overt, but sexy, display of affection there is a museum that displays artifacts that existed at the time of this love-boomshakalaka. Although many were damaged by the shock of hip on hip action there are still some in non-shitty condition. I suggest, if you’re in the area (and you should be), you should stop by and visit this wonderful area of love and seamen.

Everyone who cleans up crimes scenes looks approximately like this.