"I don't get it," Qwerty said. "Who did what

"I don't get it," Qwerty said. "Who did what again?" "Oh my God," Asdf said. He had already told Qwerty about it three times. "Are you even listening?!"

Qwerty had become a font of knowledge since hooking up with Uiop. He was a character, but they were near equal.. As a symbol of his love he stroked her key traits. Always to return

home, his <3 full of love. As F8 would have it, one day Uiop had some kind of a break & was completely out of control. She’d tried to delete the dog, who escaped as Qwerty entered

and winked ;-). Uiop questioned his frivolity & slashed out at Qwerty pounding her fists on his keyboard, exclaiming "Dash has escaped!". Qwerty was nonplussed & his colon ulcer

convulsed, just to remind him this wasn't a time to be hasty, and more than it was time to eat a taco.

"Okay, I'll order something authentically French," he said. Our Parisian honeymoon was off to a rocky start. "How about... Le Hot Dog?" The waiter stole his menu. No amount of wine

would make him as hot as the waiter, nor would it resolve the pronunciation of "potatoes au gratin". Luckily his bride asked him to take a stroll in the blue Parisian evening,

so they walked hand in hand along the cobblestone streets, under the Arc de Triomphe, she in her wedding gown and he in his tux. Multicolored lights flashed in the sky above them

and lit their faces in a kaleidoscopic array of illumination. He grinned at her, she batted her eyes at him. "Been a wild ride," he laughed. She nodded, happy, and smiled back.