[Mosbonian]

Originally Posted by Iowanian

anecdote of tonights post wedding festivities.

ahem...

The autumn wind was a pirate...a thief of hearts and virginity. Wedded bliss in the back yard, Judge Bufford T Justice officiating. Vows exchanged with most of the words spoken back in basically the correct order. The Wedded couple headed for the honeymoon suite, the Bride, in her canvas dress was whisked away by the groom, pulling her briskly in a freshly washed Radio Flyer red wagon.

The couple retired anxiously to the confines of the honeymoon suite at the hotel 6, complete with Hotub and free cable.

Like a hungry lumberjack, the groom firmly throws the new bride, trembling with nervousness of her impending cervical destruction to the well worn bedding as he might chop at an oak with strait beems.

Coitus Interuptus....

a confused groom reaches for the phone, dialing the numbers from the calling card provided for, in case of emergeyncy by his father.....

riiiiing riiiiiiiing "hello, this is Iowanian"
"uhh uhh..hi this is III....I'm having my wedding bliss, and I'm trying to follow your advice about the ATM......I've had her neked in a dog like position for 20 minutes....I've swiped the credit card down her butt crack at least 50 times, and I'm trying to push the brown number button for English or Espanish but its not giving me options for withdrawl or deposit"

"drop by Urban dictionary dot com, III...it might have a picture, good luck, congrats"

This one just reminded me of the old joke about the blushing bride and groom from North Carolina...

mmaddog
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