So, Satan, are you going to hack into Heatherlee’s website and replace the picture of Heather showing off her engagement ring with that picture of Drain Bead showing off her engagement ring?
Ahhh Libby. I still remember when you were a wee rolling head. And now you’re going off into the world and getting married to Satan. I’m very happy for you :). I’m sorry I won’t be able to meet him this weekend but I’ll be in our nation’s capital doing subversive things with my mom and a Kennedy. K I’m saving the rest for an email to you… except… Libby likes jam. Taste it.
Congratulations! I won’t say good luck, because with your combined intelligence, wit and the love you share, you’re prepared for anything life can throw at you.
Satan - I guess this means you won’t be bringing chickens to Texas anytime soon.
…in a state so nonintuitive it can only be called weird…
Congratulations. It couldn’t happen to two nicer people. Hell anyone who’s willing to actually mail out dollars in return for votes is tops in my book. I still have that dollar.
Good luck. I’m sure you won’t need it, but it just has to be said. Another reason I need to emulate Satan: he’s marrying a lawyer.
Unless there’s a guy in the Durham/Raleigh area, I claim closest guy, and hence, the right to organize the Bachelor party. I’m 100 miles away, who can beat that?
Film the wedding and put it on the net.
I sold my soul to Satan for a dollar. I got it in the mail.
Shit. I almost forgot to do this, between work and trying to to figure out Bricker’s cannablisitic mystery.
Well, I’ve congratulated Libby already, and I’m sure she’s passed the sentiment on to the Morningstar, but I’ll do it here again. Best wishes to both of you, and congratulations on finding someone special to each of you.
And if nothing else, maybe I’ll have the honor of being the last one on the thread (although I’m sure someone will ruin my claim to fame by posting after me when this jumps to the top).