:: I do-thousand five ::

Tuesday, February 22, 2005

Tom has weathered the rare tropical parasite and proposed to his girlfriend. This comes mere days after learning that Matt has done the same.

That's five weddings of friends this year starting in May. Going forward please clear further proposals with me first and don't be surprised when my broke ass opts for the pewter measuring cup from your registry instead of that chafing dish you really wanted, because I just dropped a couple grand flying around the country to watch you do the electric slide and bite my tongue in front of your parents.

Seriously when I get married I will have my army of hover-robots abduct you from your homes in the middle of the night and transport you to a remote island sweatshop where you will be forced to spend a long weekend fabricating my bride's wedding dress from plantain peels and coconut husks, which will irritate your skin. Each workstation will include a little calligraphic card with your name on it (yours to keep).

Aw, shucks guys. Good luck, and have an open bar.

Posted by morland @ 11:18 PM

:: Comments ::

FIRST!

wait, i guess nick was first.

goddam you grener.

congrats tom.

Posted by: dr. glasses on February 22, 2005 11:25 PM

I call next!
Wait...no I don't.
Blast.

Posted by: choistein on February 23, 2005 01:29 AM

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