Pretty much the funniest honeymoon you will ever read about. Sensei tells no lies.


"Oh will you ever love me like you love your tacos?" Anthony asked, pulling on his swimming trunks.

"That's never going to happen hubby-chan, just enjoy your honeymoon." Sarah walked out of the closet in a yellow polka-dot bikini.

"I still haven't gotten laid." Anthony whined

"It's just the first night you baka." Sarah threw a ball at his head. He was about to start crying when he saw something amazing. Sarah removing her swimsuit.

"WHOOT! HONEYMOON!"

"Yeah. Now shut up or you get nothing."

...

Beep, beep, beep, blared the cuckoo bananas alarm clock. Anthony turned around to look at the digital letters. 7:00

"WHO SET THE FUCKING ALARM?" Sarah screamed, sitting up. Just then her cell phone buzzed. "Text from sensei... oh god."

Early rise lovebirds. btw. I want details when you get back sama

"SHE CAN'T EVEN LEAVE ME ALONE ON MY HONEYMOON!" Sarah screamed again, about to rip out her hair.

"Wanna have sex again?" Anthony asked.

"No."

"I'll make you tacos."

"Okay."

...

"Why is it that all we've been doing for the past few days is having sex?" Sarah asked, her head reeling. She was starting to lose track of things.

"Because it's our honeymoon..." Anthony said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Good point..." Sarah mumbled. "I'm hungry."

"I'll go make you some tacos."

"YAY!"

...

"Okay now I'm starting to get sore..." Sarah stepped in to the giant bathtub, filling it with bubbles.

"Want me to go get some ice?" Anthony offered.

"That's not what I meant." Anthony smiled and joined her in the bathtub.

...

"WHOOT! I FREAKING PWN YOU ZOMBIES!" Anthony exclaimed, adjusting the towel on his lap.

"Why are you playing Nazi zombies? When did we get a game console in the summer house?" Sarah asked, pausing Naruto on her portable DVD player.

"I have no idea.. When did you get a DVD player."

...

"Are you pregnant yet?" Anthony asked, holding up the pee-stick thing.

"Nope. Isn't this kinda weird?" Sarah frowned at the - mark.

"Maybe you're not suited to be a mom."

"Nah, the problem's in you."

"What are you trying to say here?"

"Nothing. Wanna have sex?"

"Sure"

...

"I want a divorce Anthony."

"Wha- why?"

"I'm starting to doubt that you're a male."

"What are you talking about?"

"Why am I not pregnant yet?"

"How should I know?"

"I want a fucking baby!"

"Let's just have sex now."

...

"YES! I'M PREGNANT!"

"Is it mine?"

"Nope."

"That's it I want a divorce."

"Well the abortion's in one hour."

"I still want a divorce."

"Wasn't that my line?"

"So it's unanimous. We're getting a divorce."

"Yep."

"Okay... Wait can we still have sex one more time right?"

"Sure."