Hey now! I resemble that remark! I had the perfect wedding gift set out for you, but not anymore. I’ll just have to find another use for this virtual Blow-Up Sassy with Magic Vibrating Pussy (hmmm…maybe I should give it to the best man instead)
Sorry screech-owl, but this line sold me:
“we can set up some blacklights, cover ourselves in laundry detergent, roll around the room & see what we can make glow.”
Besides you’re an owl, I’m a frog. How long would the relationship last before you decide to eat me - and I do not mean that in a sexual way.
So Jester - you still wanna be my best man? I need a bachelor party.
Anyone want to volunteer to be groomsmen?
I have to go home in about an hour, so the actual virtual wedding can’t take place for a day or so.
Screech-owl, you can wear whatever you want as my virtual maid of honor. If you choose well you may find a dishwasher yet. Anything involving a corset usually works for me.
FROG!! YOU HAVE A BRIDE ALREADY? ::sobs:: I’m NEVER going to get married **
…Look. I have something in my favor, I’m a minor. Does being in a relationship with a younger girl turn you on, 'cause I’m going to exploit this if it does.
Good!!! Your the one I get to blame for some incident no one else in the family can recall, except for you and I of course!!! I think it was when you pushed me in the mud at the reunion of 1984, so dumped the punchbowl on you.
Can I be your aging biker-chick girlfriend who shows up already drunk wearing a cropped leather vest that shows much more flesh than anyone wants to see and ultimately pukes loudly in the parking lot?
I have a “dusky rose” bridesmaid’s dress anyone can borrow. It has a fishtail butt rather than a bow-butt, and I’m never going to fit MY butt back into it again.
A band, eh? Well, you could hire the #straightdope Chat Band. (Ummm, we need to change the name. ) The members are Drain Bead (singer), silent_rob (bass), and Silver Fire (Hey! That’s me! lead guitar, singer). We don’t have a drummer yet. Anyone?
I would be honored to be a bridesmaid. I have extensive experience. I can also read any syrupy, devotional passages that you want. I’ve got experience with that also. I can cry on cue. I will not trip, walk ahead of the groomsman, faint, giggle or try to look better than the bride (like I could do that, ha.)
I will volunteer to T.P. the car and don’t mind if someone else catches the flowers.
Just don’t make me do the guestbook. Please.
(I know the Bunny-Hop. I’m not proud of that, but I can do it.)
I want to be the drummer; but I don’t chat. Does that matter?
I could play four different percussion instruments, one with each pair of legs, and I know enough to keep the para-diddles in the background (and tne boom cha chas) unless it is a drum solo (I hate it when you can’t hear the rest of the band for the drums).
You don’t know exactly how old I am just yet. And besides. I wouldn’t tell, Frog. I promise. The only thing you’re in danger of is getting beaten up by Gunslinger because he would look good wearing a holster with two guns. Yep. I’m a trollop all right. Hey i can put that in my sig line, that you called me one. Hehehe.
I have devised my plan. I’m going to seduce you the night before your wedding. If that doesn’t work, I’m going to then enter the church/wherever dressed in white lingerie and roses entwined through my shoulder length black hair (overlooking the fact that IRL my hair is barely chin length). If the seduction through some miracle does work I’m going to do it anyway.
Plus I’ll be carrying a baby of undetermined species at the moment, and will beg you to reconsider leaving me to support it. And if I’m in the mood, perhaps i’ll go down on you while the priest is saying your vows.
My wedding gift will be either a blender or a batman cape. Mebbe both.
Okey dokey, I’ve got the bachelor party all nice and set up. Crunchy, I hope you like hard liquor, cause the shop was having a two-for-one-sale. Now, I’d have it at the hotel down the street, but they won’t even let me in after
“the incident.”
What’s “the incident,” you ask? Well, let’s just say that you can rest assured that this’ll be the absolute bitchinest bachelor party around. So bitchin, in fact, that the only place I could find to hold all the strippers, booze, people, and other crap is an emptied out airline hanger.
Hmmmmmmmmmm…wonder what we can use those jet engines for…