Well, we showed you the first batch of blissful photos from the wedding. Now you will get to see a bunch from the not so glamourous, but much more fun wedding dance. If you see yourself here, but don’t want your photo posted, please go to the Harass Us page and let us know. We can put a black circle over anyone’s head like it’s nobody’s business. I can’t imagine that anyone would have a problem, because like Gadget says: “If you go drinking with a photographer, and a guy with a blog, you have to expect to see yourself online.”
Totally accurate, and quite logical for a guy who wrote the C word on my arm at new years.
So now, without further ado, I give you some of the party pics.
I believe that Beaner is pretending to be a pterodactyl and Mrs. B is whatever the hell they eat.
“Is she okay?”
“No way! You are much to young to be Birdman’s mother.”
“Look at all the silly Canadians dancing. We should bring some Motown back next time.” “Haha honey. Like there is going to be a next time.”
“I flatly refuse to take that man’s photograph. It looks like he’s wearing skinny jeans.”
“Stomp his face, girlfriend. That’ll teach him to look at another woman.”
“Come on, let’s get pissed. I’ll deal with him later.”
“Yar, have you ever been to sea, Billy?”
“Hahaha, can you believe that I finally bagged the Birdman? When I quit drugging his supper, he is going to be so surprised… Oh, and happy. I’m sure he’ll be happy.”
“And this is what I did a lot while I was in prison.”
“I feel like I’m in a wind tunnel!!!“
I wish he was going to punch someone out… I’m just joking, Baby. I’m glad there was no exciting fistfights at our wedding.
“What about if I pose like this?” “I’m still not crawling into your tent.”
“What about now?” “I said no tents!!!“
“Am I wearing you down at all?” “Yeah, you’re starting to.”
“Tabarnak. I don’t have any condoms. I wasn’t expecting to succeed.” “Don’t worry, you won’t”
I don’t even know how to caption this much happiness.
“…and then he said “Rectum? Damn near killed him? Hahahaha.”
“Hey! You get back here!”
The dancing isn’t the same as where he came from. That means that we don’t know how.
As you can probably guess, we have a ton of photos from the wedding. We’ll be throwing them out in batches over the next little while, but if you were there, and for some unknown reason don’t want people to know it, let us know. We will make sure that you aren’t associated with the most fun shindig that Morganston has ever seen.
I also want to say that when I started the blog it was September, and I didn’t realize how little time I was going to have in the summer. I’m sure that you don’t have as much time to read either, so if I miss a post here and there, it should be understandable, right? Right? Please say it’s okay.
Well, I’m gonna raise a fuss, I’m gonna raise a holler,