It's supposed to be a joke thread, Doug. All I ask is for it to be unalloyed fun in a world that vale of tears. Which means I suppose I ought to insert a joke of some kind at this juncture:

Once there was a prince who had been cursed by a witch. The curse was that he could only say one word every year.

Well one day, while walking the royal gardens, he comes across a beautiful woman. He loves her so much, and decides he wants to marry her.

He doesn't talk for three years, so he can save up the words to say "I love you!"

Then, realising it wasn't enough, he waits another four years so he can say "Will you marry me?" but he doesn't get much of a response...

Another seven years pass. He gets on his knees, looks up at the woman and says, "I love you. will you marry me?"

The woman looks at him and responds, "Sorry, what was that?"