My Next Husband — HERCULANEUM

This delectable contribution comes to us from our dashing correspondent; Dickie in D.C. Thanks, Dickie!

So, Dickie...Where did you find my next husband anyway? I'm guessing maybe somewhere up in the Ural Mountains? Or...maybe in the countryside of Bulgaria? Or...maybe...at the airport in Philadelphia??

It doesn't matter, all of you just need to know to BACK OFF!! HE'S MINE. And you can all just be jealous.

Tell me that he wouldn't be...umm...useful while...umm...not so much "dating", per se...But, I was thinking more along the lines of...useful in the maneuver of the numbers 6 and 9. But, without the 9. Yeah, no 9...just 6. I know, greedy of me.