You get the bouquet, Bonum.
One of my favorite tunes. Keeping with the bridal theme:
The only consolation for Gnomette on her wedding day was, at least she wasn’t a Smurf.
Polyhummely.
It’s a gnome wedding because she got gnocked up.
I got married to the widow next door; she’s been married 28 times before. The last time was to twins.
Sounds like something out of Terry Pratchett. Take it away Knowed_Out.
Well, what do you gnow! Someone to watch over me.
The palazzo’s architect, Cosimo Morelli’s statue stands graffitoed in the foreground, pleading “perché, perché, perché?”
“What do you mean - it should read IS IS IS IS IS IS IS…?
Who hung this thing anyway?”
The neighbors across the street when they first saw the plans: NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO…
This isn’t Oz, either! Can any of you peasants tell me where the fuck Oz is?
Il Grande Fratello sta guardando
I said, “Put on a HAPPY face!”
Someone has a fascistnation with the word “si”.
They say if you stand at midnight on the exact spot the eyes are looking at, turn around three times and say the Secret Name, a portal will open.
A strange image got equally strange responses. Let’s go with:
Spin away, boson!
Thanks Knowed. I hope no one is offended by this image. Wait, that’s a lie.
https://www.grunge.com/img/gallery/the-controversial-history-of-faith-healing/intro-1634268545.webp
I did it earlier, couldn’t get the image up this time. Sorry.
Used Google Lens and found it on another source.
Creepiest Clairol commercial ever.