A long time ago I heard a radio show about divorced couples hooking up once a week just for some nookie. The two of you can’t have a civil conversation without smashing plates and dishes, but her hips are just irresistible. Hey baby, it’s a lot safer than trawling bars . . .

Google. Ex Wife.

You Can’t Live With Her. You Can’t Live Without Her.

This morning I saw a post about Google testing…