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Post by weenie on May 18, 2012 13:05:27 GMT -8
I'd tell her to go fuck herself and find a new fucking bridesmaid. But you looked so pretty!
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Post by nater on May 18, 2012 13:11:45 GMT -8
People just seem to completely fucking forget what the point of getting married is. It isn't about the joining of two people who love each other anymore. It's become nothing more than a big fucking convoluted "look at me look at me!" party for self-centered assholes. How ANYONE can justify spending $30,000 on a four hour get-together is beyond anything I'll ever be able to comprehend. Fuck it. I'm getting married at Sasquatch if I ever do, and every last one of my friends better buy a fucking ticket and come cheer me on. Fuck yes. And anybody who spends 1000+ on a dress but doesn't provide an open bar should be shot.
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Post by Horned Gramma on May 18, 2012 13:51:22 GMT -8
I'd tell her to go fuck herself and find a new fucking bridesmaid. But you looked so pretty! Haha wow dude, holy shit. EDIT: The way her arms are just hanging dead at her side is so perfect.
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Post by Dr. Crane on May 18, 2012 13:57:36 GMT -8
Fuck it. I'm getting married at Sasquatch if I ever do, and every last one of my friends better buy a fucking ticket and come cheer me on. This. Sasquatch is my anniversary with Ms. Burrito. We will be married there. We will be buried there.
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Post by Dr. Crane on May 18, 2012 13:58:01 GMT -8
...but she's not going this year.
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Post by Pea on May 18, 2012 14:07:59 GMT -8
A couple got married at the Shrine art installation at Coachella. It was cute or whatever.
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Post by Horned Gramma on May 18, 2012 14:09:46 GMT -8
They're going to book the Lips to play Yoshimi front-to-back and then they're going to stop it in the middle so Pea can get married and then they'll have to cut 'Do You Realize??'.
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Post by Pea on May 18, 2012 14:15:24 GMT -8
Naww. My ceremony will be in a port-o-pottie.
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Post by chud on May 18, 2012 14:17:15 GMT -8
Naww. My ceremony will be in a port-o-pottie HONEY BUCKET. fixed
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Post by Pea on May 18, 2012 14:21:34 GMT -8
Whatevsz chuud.
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Post by Pea on May 18, 2012 14:22:06 GMT -8
Whoa s and z for double the ssszzzz
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Post by chud on May 18, 2012 14:24:58 GMT -8
If one is to get married in a port-o-pottie, you might as well go with the best!
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Post by scough on May 18, 2012 14:25:23 GMT -8
People just seem to completely fucking forget what the point of getting married is. It isn't about the joining of two people who love each other anymore. It's become nothing more than a big fucking convoluted "look at me look at me!" party for self-centered assholes. How ANYONE can justify spending $30,000 on a four hour get-together is beyond anything I'll ever be able to comprehend. Fuck it. I'm getting married at Sasquatch if I ever do, and every last one of my friends better buy a fucking ticket and come cheer me on. I'm glad I found a lady that thinks the same way I do. We're just going to the courthouse to get married, there's no way in fuck we're spending thousands on a wedding when neither of us likes being the center of attention.
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Post by scough on May 18, 2012 15:13:01 GMT -8
One week from this moment, the first band will be playing. Holy fuck how is it almost Sasquatch time again?
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Post by Friendly Destroyer on May 18, 2012 15:15:15 GMT -8
Yay wedding stories!
Never invite me to your wedding.
Here's the last two I went to. Me and another friend were invited to one of our best friend's sister's wedding. She moved far away a long time ago, but we'd all known each other from way back so we were there, but no body but her brother and Mom and Dad knew who the hell we were. Anyways, the night before the wedding everyone goes out and gets super wasted. Despite the copious amounts of alcohol we had, and did not need to pay for, we managed to have ourselves a very respectful and fun night. The bride and groom were staying at the Hotel their wedding was going to be at so we were shacked up in their apartment. We got there and the bride's brother passed out so me and my other friend raided the fridge, out of what I am sure was 'survival hunger' and feasted on dessert and sandwich meat. At around 7am the groom pops in the apartment and I can hear him yelling at the top of his lungs, "What in the FUCK!". Luckily I was in the guest room so my other friend on the couch was left to explain why the hell half of their homemade wedding cake (which they made together) was eaten. Believe me, this explanation of "Whoops. We accidentally ate it last night" coming from one complete stranger to another did not fly well. The groom lost his shit for 10 minutes straight, which included him throwing the cake on the ground and storming off. Since we were 6 hours away from home and the bride's brother's ride, we could not just do the decent thing and get the fuck outta there. Instead we wound up getting baking ingredients, busting out the Youtube and making a wedding cake. It was sort of surreal to watch all the pomp and circumstance at the ceremony revolve around a cake that 2 people who basically had no business being there in the first place made for them. Good times, lots of weird glares that night.
This past wedding my brother was a best man and needed to briefly return with his fiance from their year long trip around the world. They were in Egypt and flew home for a week specifically for this wedding. The wedding was 14 hours away so my brother went up early and his fiance caught a ride with myself, my other brother and some friends (it was a wedding for a guy who grew up on 'the block' with us, so it was almost like a family member). We were driving over two days and somehow got the bright idea to stop in this tiny little country town because they had a sign outside a bar that read, "CCR Cover Band Tonight!". We partied, and partied, and partied, and partied. We woke up and all felt like death. So breakfast sounded like a great idea and when we took a peak at the map it all looked a little tight for time, but entirely doable. Then once on the road we realized that although the distance looked doable... the never ending mountains and 80kph two lane highway was going to make us more than a tad bit late. We all wound up having to put our fancy clothes on in a Subway bathroom, a block from the ceremony, but alas got there an entire hour after the vows had been said. Whoops! My brother was not pleased. Nor was anybody. But by the end of the night everyone was good with us again... until my goddamn drunky little brother spilled the beans about us stopping to get slammered at a CCR Cover Band show the previous night.
I'm a groomsman in my brother's wedding this July and I am going to do everything in my power to get this one right.
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Post by Pea on May 18, 2012 15:19:05 GMT -8
Those stories were EXCELLENT, Friendly.
I FUCKING HATE WEDDINGS
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Post by Friendly Destroyer on May 18, 2012 15:20:48 GMT -8
I'm actually happy to have a "I ate the Wedding Cake before the Wedding of two people I practically don't know" story.
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Post by Deleted on May 18, 2012 15:21:54 GMT -8
I'm getting married at a courthouse/in Vegas/in a non legal ceremony and having a kegger. End.
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Post by Pea on May 18, 2012 15:24:44 GMT -8
I think a Vegas wedding sounds like the most amazing time ever. Just head down there with like, a maximum of four of your friends, and just party your faces off. Then you can fly to Cali and hop on a cruise or something. Bing bang boom. Wedding and a honeymoon for less than $4000.
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Post by Deleted on May 18, 2012 15:33:35 GMT -8
Pea and I agree on something. Bonkers.
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