Gin. I need someone to get me gin. What’s the fastest way to get gin in my bloodstream? Through my eye? Someone pour gin in my eyes!
Wow, it IS interesting that you used to sleep with the bride or groom and the sex was bad.
Step aside Jordan Almonds, I’m passing out giant cookies with my face on it tied to tiny champagne bottles that play “It’s Raining Men” when you open it.
We are two paragraphs into the article and it’s the second time I heard the word “dip-dye”.
“It’s the anniversary of the first time you took my bra off successfully without my assistance.”
It’s a huge honor to be asked to be in a wedding party…but that doesn’t automatically mean you should always say yes.
Weddings can be a great place for singles to meet. They can also be four-plus hours of awkward small talk through a cloudy centerpiece vase.
Am I going to be ripping my shirt off and doing body shots off Fabio, over there, or am I doing to be making golf claps while this chick opens baskets of candles and “naughty” night gowns?