My Wedding.

Let me just describe my wedding. That is if i find a broad, I mean bride to accept me.

The priest will be a child molester.
White suits designed by Skidz.
All the white suits will be covered, well spattered in blood, just for effect. Real blood, none of that pussy skoal.
Emmit otters jug band will be playing.
The beer will flow like wine.
Aerosmith appetizers. I mean like, them diced up on some toasted bread.
Entrees by Pablo Escobar.
Obligatory Vomiting.
Gift registry at Toys ‘R’ Us. (Sorry I don’t know how to do a backwards R)
Photography by Andres Serrano.
Prizes for who brings the biggest idiot. If you’re married to them it doesn’t count.
Free adult diapers. ‘So much fun you could shit your pants. Here. Just in case.’
No Al-Qaida allowed.

Anyone who wants an invite, post a comment.




One Response to “My Wedding.”

  1. compton ass terry Says:

    im so there, dude.

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