Baptist weddings suck. No booze, no music, no dancing, lots of crawly little children. Even Jesus drank wine, for pete's sake. And the ever popular verbal blow job instead of a gratuity.
And I came home to find a very large scorpion in my bedroom.
Yet somehow, I'm in a great mood. Go figure.
And I came home to find a very large scorpion in my bedroom.
Yet somehow, I'm in a great mood. Go figure.