Ron Swanson was not happy about spending his honeymoon in London alone.
“Diane suggested we tag along to London for a honeymoon. I agreed, because my love for her trumps my hatred for Europe. Then she hit a phase of morning sickness that knocked her for a loop and decided to stay home, but she insisted I go and take pictures for her. All of this coulda been avoided if we followed my plans for a honeymoon; A steak dinner, a glass of Lagavulin whiskey, then vigorous love making for two hours and we’re both asleep by eight thirty.”