Weddings are playgrounds
for stupidity. Uncle Jack with
his overexcessive billfold spends
his 401K on cheap ale and Merlot.
Champagne is too girly for me.
Cousin Tritt, who does the shake hips
with a hiss during every song-slow like
Stand By Me, or fast like Boot Scooting
Boogie. I choose to sit back and take
memories of these days. Some
things you can't unsee...
but some you can burn.
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