by the Mall Diva
Three is the number that thou shalt count,
and the number of the counting shall be three.
Do not count to two, excepting that thou proceedest to three.
Five is right out!
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337 metric freebirds as of this posting. All right, 8 hours of work today, and let the festivities begin. We are heading over to Maple Grove right after I get home to pick up the tux. I might not take it off over the next couple of days, may as well get my moneys worth out of it.
And there was much feasting on the oranges, and the breakfast cereals, and the orangutans…
So when the groomsman and bridesmaids go up the aisle, are they doing the Monty Python chanting monk thing??
Pie Iesu domine, dona eis requiem.
[bonk]
Pie Iesu domine,…
[bonk]
…dona eis requiem.
[bonk]
Pie Iesu domine,…
[bonk]
…dona eis requiem.
And let’s hope that Ben doesn’t meet the same fate as Herbert and John isn’t run through by Lancelot. Although to his credit I don’t know that he owns much in the way of tracts of land.
Oh yeah? You try mowing this!
Lets just hope the groom doesn’t get cold feet and “RUN AWAY, RUN AWAY”
I think it would be a great touch to have someone walking up up the aisle behind John and Faith clopping a couple of coconuts. Do we know anyone named Patsy?
Cold feet? My feet are burning!
Tiger Lilly!