Look at his smile. He's the luckiest bean-headed bastard in all the land. Why does he have to rub it in with that lotto grin? I'm no expert, but I think some women develop instincts to marry and get knocked up by a certain age. So, I can't say I blame Mariah for jumping the broom with that tool. But, she should have at least shopped around. There are plenty of skinny, bean-headed black boys out there. Right now I wish I was one of them. Also, I'm pretty sure I'm a better lover than he is. It's painful to think about their make-a-whoopee times. Ahhhhh! He better not hurt her. My Mimi is a delicate butterfly.