Why yes. I am married to "me" business. And looky looky here: My business is cheating on me with my proofreader. In fact, it’s letting the proofreader fuck it right in the fucking ass. I’ve pleaded and pleaded with it to JUST ONCE, let me slide it in the tight tunnel. But NO. It told me it "don't like no anal sex." Yet, here I catch it getting hammered by that fucking puny English Lit major right on my fucking desk. And they fucking broke my New York City snow globe in the process. Damn skippy I want a divorce.
(note: ING handles my 401k. Peachy.)