Scotty in the Morning.

Waking up in the honeymoon bed with sour breath and a dull hangover, we turn our heads slowly to look across the rumpled sheets at our new bride, sleeping on her back, mouth open and snoring softly, lips fluttering with each expiration, her dentures on the bedside table. She stirs in the early morning light, grunts softly, rolls onto her left side and farts, then laboriously arises. 
At long last, she turns her countenance upon me and says "Get me some breakfast". 

I'm completely dumfoonered by the futility of replacing Turnbull with Morrison - plus ca change, plus c'est la meme chose. 
All this misery, just for an orgasm.
And as we reflect on the crappy decisions we have made, we can't help thinking of that nice little redhead we used to know......