I'm going to witness the marriage of a lesbian couple (The ugly kind, not hot college pillowfighting dorm dwellers) sometime today.
I'll have to trudge through thirty people, who are dubious of my pressence due to a mishap in a past relationship. Then the scrutinity of my dress will come about.
Oh, is that a motor oil stain flowering on the back of your shirt there?
Yes ma'am, it is. Move along.
Oh boy, you'd look so handsome if you'd only get a haircut. Have you thought of getting one dear?
Yes ma'am, move along.
Take care fellows.
I'll have to trudge through thirty people, who are dubious of my pressence due to a mishap in a past relationship. Then the scrutinity of my dress will come about.
Oh, is that a motor oil stain flowering on the back of your shirt there?
Yes ma'am, it is. Move along.
Oh boy, you'd look so handsome if you'd only get a haircut. Have you thought of getting one dear?
Yes ma'am, move along.
Take care fellows.


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