DO YOU TAKE THESE BOOBS TO BE YOUR LAWFULLY-WEDDED CLEAVAGE?
FITSNews – June 2, 2008 – There’s something incomparably romantic about a wedding in June … just ask our own Sic Willie, who’s tying the knot next weekend.
The trees are lush and full, birds chirp in cheerful unison at their prodigious bounty and the whole of God’s creation is spread out before you in all its wondrous splendor. It’s like that old hymn “all nature sings, and round us rings, the music of the spheres.”
Indeed, true love is in the air … and true love knows no bounds, people – which makes it not unlike the cleavage of the bride-to-be pictured above.
All we can say to this groom is “get ‘er done, dude. Get ‘er done.”
By Veritas June 2, 2008 at 12:40 pm
Did my invite to the wedding get lost in the mail?
By Recovering Lobbyist June 2, 2008 at 4:40 pm
Do you suppose that is a borrowed dress?
By old bike dude June 3, 2008 at 6:30 am
There’s a preacher here in Beaufort who believes breasts are evil and the work of the debbil. I say Thank God for titties!!!! Obviously this groom has a similar endearment for bodacious tatas.
By Jim Guest March 26, 2009 at 11:38 pm
True love really knows no bounds. My true love sent me an e-mail once that said,”you are the fire that cannot be put out.” How very little did she know.
What she wrote was far more true than the reply she got. My love for her is unquenshible. That is more than a fact; it is always ready for proof. You should be very careful that you do not enter into any relationships and render yourself in this fashion for some will always take advantage of that and it reminds me of those that eat others and make them pieces of shit one bite at a time. Heed these words…
By Jim Guest March 26, 2009 at 11:39 pm
read and heed.
By Patrick May 24, 2011 at 2:49 am
They may look good, but if you take a close look at the righty titty..the dress is actually up under the titty, or rather the titty is hanging down on the dress. You may like ‘em that big, but gravity doesn’t. And that much sag is nasty. I’ll bet they hang to her knees. No thanks, I’d rather marry something between a B and C.