We all knew that the bride was heading for heartbreak. She married the Tapioca Prince, but it didn't work out because he wouldn't touch her, and she was not gonna let that gunky lunky white stuff slide down her throat. They were on an espresso track to a dessert, when she decided that like all 1950s girls, she would commit to her husband because in heart she loved him. And because no one really likes a canned Danish ham go to waste. Admit it. Now that you have seen Princess Spamalot, you are tight like two dollar watch because your caterer never gave you this option. That buffet plate needed a little bit-o-height, but not enough to outshine the cake. Marry in haste, reception at leisure. Now that you know what your friends are missing, take one to their wedding. The secret is that dressed meat is hiding a crocheted toilet paper holder for a skirt attached. This centerpiece goes from the buffet table to the bathroom just like you will!
This reads like something from vintage MAD Magazine! Grumblat, really? I miss the old phone booths where Clark Kent could disrobe in peace.
ReplyDeleteI remember those old phone booths everywhere! and the town pharmacy had a WOOD phone booth!
ReplyDeleteI'd like to go back to those days.
ReplyDeleteCell phones are the Devil's workshop.
Oh, and GET OFFA MY LAWN!!!
Old man conversion? Complete!
We're going to have to call you "OMS"
DeletePlease do so! I'll wear the moniker with pride!
DeleteLazy dials were the bane of my childhood. Seriously, I remember being annoyed by phone numbers with lots of 0's and high numbers in them, like 878-9000.
ReplyDeleteP.S. Most of the dials were made of relatively comfortable plastic, but we had an older phone in our basement that had a thin metal dial that cut into your finger, especially on those 9's and 0's! --Jim
DeleteAnd those old metal dials were painful...
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