Shady's Fox
Bluelighter
my wedding was home
we ate pizza
all these traditions aren't for Shady, shade too sane for this world.
we ate pizza
all these traditions aren't for Shady, shade too sane for this world.
Eh? Have I missed something here?
uh huh. zap zap go bye bye
Eh? Have I missed something here?
This has the flavour of a Black Op Bluelight styleT'was a spammer whom I'm was having a spam convo with...
This only with more drug choice and it would have to be once I'm pan bread since Weatherall is sadly no longer with us - 'a love from outer space' - all my dead friends and family could come it would be the perfect day and I wouldn't need to wear heelsI guess a nice Mediterranean hotel, dwarves carrying trays of cocaine, Andy Weatherall on the decks and a team of ex special forces who will drag out any family members who start arguing. Oh and no kids, the fuckers always cry during the ceremony.
Done that before on way too much 4-MeO-PCP.only agreed to getting married cause I was off my tits
Had to Google itWe've decided on eloping if we do tie the knot.
It actually has taken almost a lifetime to get parental approval.Had to Google it
"Elopement refers to a marriage conducted in sudden and secretive fashion, usually involving a hurried flight away from one's place of residence together with one's beloved with the intention of getting married without parental approval."
Some people ain't that accepting of what others choose to do sadly.It actually has taken almost a lifetime to get parental approval.
Who would of thought being in a gay relationship would be so difficult?
Been there. Married in a medieval castle, both me and my wife off our crusts on meth. No alcohol and nobody knew otherwise - a full formal suit allows a lot of leeway, at your wedding!Ok, I know marriage and all that malarkey is a load of bollocks, but just imagine you had unlimited funds and were shagging someone you actually liked (god forbid), what would be your ideal wedding?
I would have the ceremony under a full moon, on the eve of the summer solstice at Stonehenge. The wife and I would approach the heel stone on white horses, flanked by druids waving incense burners, filling the air with perfumed clouds through which the moon would alight it's rays upon the righteous....
The vows would be exchanged just as the sun rose, while Hawkwind appeared on the stones playing 'The Golden Void' - commencing a 24 hour psychedelic freak out of epic proportions...
However, knowing my luck it would be pissing it down, the wife would be on the blob, and Hawkwind would have died, or summat.
What would your ideal wedding consist of?
In case you're wondering, I took a CD with 'You'd Better Believe It' on it. No fucking about with "I don't have it" shite!Oh and the dj blackmailed into playing Hawkwind (defy the groom, would you?)