Man marries to avoid being 40-year-old with 'girlfriend'

A MAN has proposed marriage because he is 39 years old and has no intention of being a man of 40 who still refers to his ‘girlfriend’. 

Joe Turner and 36-year-old Carolyn Ryan have been dating for 12 years and happily cohabiting for nine, but are now spending thousands on a wedding to not sound silly. 

He said: “It’s fine to have a girlfriend at 25 or even 35. At 40? It’s off limits, like baseball caps and gym mirror selfies.

“We’d never felt the need for marriage – we’ve got a joint account and a mortgage, so the fun’s very much over without one – but say ‘girlfriend’ at 40 and people immediately assume life crisis, divorce and me leering at a girl two decades younger.  

“I did consider calling Carolyn my ‘ladyfriend’ or my ‘partner’ but one sounds perverse and the other sounds like I’ve launched a side hustle, so I’ve bought an £1,800 ring and we’re doing matrimony.” 

Carolyn said: “I thought it was coming. No man with a hairline that far gone can say ‘girlfriend’ without it sounding like a cry for help.

“It’s a shame, because I still look so youthful and girlish I could definitely carry it off.” 

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Woman attempts to shag autumn

A WOMAN is so in love with autumn she has attempted to take it home and f**k it, concerned friends have confirmed. 

Hannah Tomlinson, aged 27, is so enraptured by the season’s cosy ambience, dappled golden sunlight, clear days and lengthening twilights she headed to the local woods to seduce it.

She said: “Summer is all showy and needy, winter is cold and distant, but autumn is the perfect balance of moody, mysterious and fertile. Keats wrote an ode to autumn, clearly as a prelude to full penetrative sex.

“I just feel if I could tempt it back to my place for a few maple-laced bourbons then we’d naturally take our relationship to the next level. Then I’d have autumn all year round.

“Not everyone understands. The police found me exposing my nether regions to that crisp autumnal breeze, whispering sweet nothings about Halloween and brown suede jackets, apparently preparing to misuse a conker.

“My friend Amber picked me up from the station. She’s been quite encouraging. She said this wasn’t the most parasocial of my recent relationships.”

Autumn said: “Oh, she’ll be all over me until Christmas and then her Insta will be all cuddling up to that ostentatious f**ker.”