Elvis Where Are You?
Why can't we just go to Vegas? C'mon - it's 5 hours and we can drive thru. No, we have to go through 7 weeks of pre-marital counseling where I must detail the failures of my past 2 (yes, fuck you) marriages. You are "Mr. Right" but do I have to prove that I can't tell the difference between Mr. Right and a hole in my ass.
Love you but seriously, must I bleed all over my keyboard...again????