I'm doomed.
You know what can save this wedding? A monkey wearing a fez. Trust me on this.
There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
I'm doomed.
You know what can save this wedding? A monkey wearing a fez. Trust me on this.
I suppose I could teach it to the flower boy.
A monkey wearing a fez.
Are monkeys kosher, though?
I suppose I could teach it to the flower boy.
Emmett recommends the innovative use of a Leaf Boy to complement the traditional Flower Girl.
When I asked my 6-year-old (and very homosexual) nephew if he wanted to be a ring bearer, he said, "No. I'd rather toss flowers."
Are monkeys kosher, though?
As long as you don't cook them in monkey milk. I may be confused on this issue. Don't use the fez in the sauce! That's right out. Where's Nilly?
When I asked my 6-year-old (and very homosexual) nephew if he wanted to be a ring bearer, he said, "No. I'd rather toss flowers."
If only there were a Smith's box set to reward him for his service.
Don't use the fez in the sauce!
Well now I'm craving sauced fez. Thanks a lot.
If only there were a Smith's box set to reward him for his service.
I should burn him some CDs. We're taking him to Claire's soon to buy him the jewelry he has specifically requested: a gold ring for every finger (some with "sparkly diamonds") and -- my favorite part -- "a diamond tennis bracelet."
Well now I'm craving sauced fez. Thanks a lot.
What's the point of living in a major metropolitan area if you can't get sauced fez at midnight? You'd better just move to Manhattan. They know from monkey.