Matrimony? Yes. Holy? Hardly. When a small town crooner gets stranded in a rural town, all the country wannabes vie for his attention. Turns out the only way they can get to his mic is through his pants. And especially if they're married. To someone else. Paul Thomas presents Take My Wife, a story about the gland old opry, where the nuts aren't on Minnie Pearl's hat, they're banging against Nickki Hunter's chin! And the only waylon going on is the wailin' from the girls getting hammered backstage! Take my wife. Please.

""From this day forward, I thee bed.""