marriage vs. prison
As one who has survived the atrocities of both state-sponsored matrimony and state-mandated incarceration, I feel I am qualified to compare the two.
Both marriage and prison imbue one with the primordial horror of being trapped with no safe way to escape.
Both leave one with the sense that nobody who hasn't suffered the same ordeal would have the faintest idea of what you've endured.
Both of them ensure reasonably efficient delivery of three meals a day, although the food is a little better in prison.
I suppose the main difference is that you don't get any pussy in prison.
Oh, wait—you don't get any pussy in marriage, either.
