Let's, um, celebrate the diversity of people. I just learned from Facebook that a friend of mine went to high school with this woman who apparently married a roller coaster: [link]
Wash ,'War Stories'
Natter 68: Bork Bork Bork
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.
Either she's marrying the ride, or she's not marrying the ride. And? SHE'S NOT MARRYING THE RIDE.
Hee.
Yeah, I'm liberal and kink friendly and all that jazz, but...dude. Some people just need freakin' THERAPY.
I'm so sad I'm already married. There was a ferris wheel I got a vibe from ...
Imagine trying to find a venue to host the reception. His side of the family are all huge!
No, really, I love you people. Can I marry an entire board?
Well, certainly the precedent has been set.
I'm pretty sure my biggest and most enduring crush is on my neighborhood. But I'm not trying to marry it.
She now sleeps with a picture of the ride on her ceiling and carries its spare nuts and bolts around to feel closer to it.
Like, oooh, this is my beloveds' appendix? Wait, spleen. Most nuts and bolts, we know what they do.
To hit, not hard, but it doesn't exactly mean bounce, which is what it's derived from.
That totally makes sense.