the whole "our friends will have a screw pantomime on the dance floor" seems pretty obvious to me.
God, I feel dense--what's this?
eta: Never mind--you mean the putting on of the garter, don't you?
Oz is the highest-scoring person ever to fail to graduate.
Willow ,'Him'
Natter 43: I Love My Dead Gay Whale Crosspost.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
§ ita § - Mar 28, 2006 8:36:49 am PST #6688 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Steph L. - Mar 28, 2006 8:37:07 am PST #6689 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
and then the day after you get married you can make an offer on a house.
No shit, man. I mean, I want all y'all to come party with me if I ever get married, but I'd much rather get married in my back yard, in a $100 dress, and take the $30,000 for a house. (Or crystal meth. Whatever.)
Um, no. Not unless I get to make my husband strip in front of the crowd and then take off his undergarments.
Which I would totally support you in, should you decide to go that route (or the marriage route at all) one day. IJS.
But what if I marry a fat hairy guy with enormous manboobs?
msbelle - Mar 28, 2006 8:38:08 am PST #6690 of 10001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
I like raunchy weddings
yikes.
tommyrot - Mar 28, 2006 8:38:11 am PST #6691 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Potato salad with mayonnaise or vinegar dressing?
Mayo. Thus leading to the tradition of the boss going home shortly after the ritual to avoid having his shoes go bad....
Steph L. - Mar 28, 2006 8:38:16 am PST #6692 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
the whole "our friends will have a screw pantomime on the dance floor" seems pretty obvious to me.
God, I feel dense--what's this?
The Electric Slide.
(Not really.)
Nora Deirdre - Mar 28, 2006 8:38:35 am PST #6693 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
the whole "our friends will have a screw pantomime on the dance floor" seems pretty obvious to me.
God, I feel dense--what's this?
Ooh, is it the Macarena?
Or the Wedding Lambada: The Forbidden Electric Slide ?
Rick - Mar 28, 2006 8:40:56 am PST #6694 of 10001
The Olaf Olafson thing became unwieldy
Yes, it's still very unwieldy in Iceland. At least at the last time I was there, the phone book was still alphabetized by firstnames, because the lastnames had little meaning. Imagine having to wade through all of the Jennifers in town to find the one you are looking for. And, of course, Jennifer has a different lastname than her parents and her children.
Actually, the Jennifer list in Reykjavik is probably pretty small, but you know what I mean.
Jesse - Mar 28, 2006 8:41:02 am PST #6695 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I like raunchy weddings (maybe I won't invite my parents to mind) and although there are no formalised ways to sex up the groom, that can be rectified in an ad hoc fashion.
I've been to a wedding reception that included the bride pulling the groom toward her by his tie, often. Is that sexed-up enough?
Jesse - Mar 28, 2006 8:41:48 am PST #6696 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Which reminds me to nitpick: ita, I hope you do NOT mean raunchy weddings, but rather raunchy receptions. Just checking.
JZ - Mar 28, 2006 8:42:03 am PST #6697 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
But what if I marry a fat hairy guy with enormous manboobs?
In that case, I believe tradition dictates that all underwear-tossing ceremonies be replaced by the two of you stepping back and the spotlight falling upon a troupe of trained monkeys who do an interpretive manboob dance choreographed to Nijinski's "Rites of Spring." I think. Gimme a second to check my Emily Post.