
It’s a happy day for Britain’s bikini models who aspire to be WAGs: Liverpool’s Jermaine Pennant has proposed to Page 3 model Amii Grove. The two began dating after Pennant sent Grove a MySpace message, but later broke up after she found footage (from his mansion’s CCTV) of him cheating on her.
However, after her brother died in a four-wheeler accident this summer, Pennant reconnected with her, and they resumed dating. And now this:
“We went to visit Lee’s grave and I was kneeling down laying some flowers when Jermaine bent down next to me and asked, ‘Do you want to get married to me?’. I told him straight away that I did and asked, ‘So are we engaged?’ – and he said ‘yes’!”
Dawwwwww that just melts my icy little heart. I’m not much of a romantic, but I can’t help but think it’s sweet when a couple finds romance in a graveyard. Reminds me of my young, innocent days. Back when I dug up graves to make tender love to corpses.



I go to cemeteries to “break-up” with girls.
Paulie, do you have sex with them before or after the break up?
Anthony Merino is slated to be the best man.
/for you older WL commenters
Matt, I think it’s adorable that you put words under those boobs. Words.
I’ve never proposed in a cemetary, but I have been hosed in a seminary. Kinda the same, right?
It’s kind of a strange coincidence how often the places where I break up with girls end up becoming cemeteries afterwards.
Come on, Uff, admit it. The love you made to those corpses was anything but tender.
I had sex with an ex in a cemetery the UP of Michigan. After I pulled out, we joked that was how zombies were made. If you happen to see a zombie north of Mighty Mac, that is my baby.
A graveyard…good idea…I usually try to get them when they’re dying at the ICU. I walk up to them and touch their nose, wink and say “I see you!”…most of the women are so riddled with chemo or are on their death beds, but I like to think they still think I’m charming but can’t express it.