"Would You?"*
*As husbands and wives will, from time to time, my
wife and I were having the discussion about what
would happen in the eventuality that one of us
would predecease the other like...tomorrow night.
The usual "would you remarry?" questions were
asked and answered. I asked my wife, "If there
was a nuclear war tomorrow, and you were the
last woman alive on the face of the Earth, would
you help procreate the species? Assume there
were 10 men that were a mixture of reasonably
attractive, and totally repugnant."
My wife asked, "Are you alive or dead?"
"Where I was standing at the moment the war
broke out is now a smoking hole," I informed her.
A few moments of consideration.
"Yes, reluctantly, if I were the last woman on the
face of the Earth, and the survival of the species
depended on it, I'd have to do what was necessary."
I was wandering into the kitchen to refill my drink
when I heard this, muttered under her breath:
"...bet your a**, I'd set myself up as Queen, though."
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