That's it. I'm finally convinced. My next girlfriend is going to be a circus performer. I can't wait till Barnum and Bailey come to town again.
With this in mind, I can't believe there are three of them, that they can sing, and that they can turn themselves into one giant wheel. What more can you ask for in a woman?
And so, it is with great sadness with noticing that, if these women are still alive, they are probably in diapers at a retirement home. Fate, why dost thou mock me?
There is still hope, though. Hopefully, in some Romanian village there lurks a gumby-limbed cutie with a beautiful voice. Thus, the search continues for me.
