Originally Posted by Mecca:
Then I'd tell people I slept with the best man.
Elvis could officiate. A storm trooper could walk her down the aisle. Travis Tritt playing in the background. Keg in a pretty yellow frock skipping and tossing red rose petals.
Originally Posted by Mecca:
Yes I'm sure you have mad game...
You're right, I probably have sorry game compared to a mother's basement dwelling troglodyte who learned everything he knows about dating from watching pRon and thinks every chic does anal. You're a real catch, I'm sure you drop more bitches/day than cookie crumbs.
I'm apparently no Austin-3hief, but I did just fine for myself back in the day.
I guess I'll have to defer my bride of 5+ years to your superior skillzzzzz. Its just lucky for me I won her from KGB in the poker game or I'd be applying to be your wingman so I could catch the crumbs from those goth-wynona judd lookalikes you're bufuing every day. [Reply]
Originally Posted by Katipan:
Elvis could officiate. A storm trooper could walk her down the aisle. Travis Tritt playing in the background. Keg in a pretty yellow frock skipping and tossing red rose petals.
Oh let me plan this.
I thought I was marrying Travis Tritt? I have to listen to his music, too? I may not like this arrangement.
Oh wait, keg skipping in a yellow frock and tossing rose petals. Nevermind. Please continue. [Reply]