LOL, like 99% of the people wake up after marriage and realises the spouse is not their type... but dude, they only have one option... working out, in worst case, working their ways out :P
Huh Chavy faints. The selection process must be a shambles then.
Are you suggesting we should tolerate their flatulence, spitting and frothing at the mouth whenever a barbie scampers by, no thanks, I rather catch a train to Guatanamo, I look nice in orange.