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.
Actually, I meant raunchy weddings in that I was thinking of the bride and groom kiss.
The rest of it can be very asexual. Then pick up the sex baton at the reception.
The whole garter removal, toss, flower toss, garter application was what I meant by pantomime screw.
I do the electric slide with relatives, that would be disgusting.
Actually, I meant raunchy weddings in that I was thinking of the bride and groom kiss.
Huh.
t /quietly judgemental
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That's not quiet at all! Everyone can totally hear you!
I like it when that kiss gets a cheer.
Oh, I bet we can come up with a few suggestions.
It's tempting, but I shall refrain from firebombing any bridges.
raunch should not be in public.
Where there is no trust, there can be no line dancing...
A pair of friends had a great gag for their garter toss... to the theme from Peter Gunn, he wandered in from the side, did some cartoon-wolf-ish "sexy mama" looks, climbed halfway up her dress, and then pulled out a string of a brazilian napkins tied together with the garter at the end. Got a lot of laughs.
raunch should not be in public.
The Jamaican tradition differs.
As soon as this crazyass detox diet is over, I'm going to have an omelette with tons of cheese, mushrooms, peppers, onions, and then more cheese. And butter. And wheat toast. And a HUGE glass of orange juice.
Followed by black tea with honey and milk.
Man. Do I want cheese.