You gotta love this guy... This is a true story about a recent wedding
that took place at Clemson University. It was in the local newspaper and
even Jay Leno mentioned it. It was a large wedding with about 300
guests...
At the reception after the wedding, the groom got up on Stage with a
microphone to talk to the crowd. He said he wanted to thank everyone for
coming, many from long distances, to support them at their wedding. He
especially wanted to thank the bride's and his family and to thank his
new father-in-law for providing such a lavish reception. As a token of
his deep appreciation he said he wanted to give everyone a special gift
just from him.
So taped to the bottom of everyone's chair, including the wedding party,
was an envelope. He said this was his gift to everyone, and asked them
to open their envelope. Inside each manila envelope was an 8x10 glossy
of his bride having sex with the best man. The groom had gotten
suspicious of them weeks earlier and had hired a private detective to
tail them. After just standing there, just watching the guests'
reactions for a couple of
minutes, he turned to the dumbfounded crowd and said, "I'm outta here."
He had the marriage annulled first thing in the morning. While most
people would have canceled the wedding immediately. After finding out
about the affair, this guy goes through with the charade, as if nothing
were wrong.
His revenge...making the bride's parents pay over $32,000 for a 300
guest wedding and reception, and best of all, trashing the bride's and
best man's reputations in front of 300 friends and family members.
Do you think we might get a MasterCard "priceless" Commercial out of
this:
Elegant wedding reception for 300 family members and
friends.........$32,000.
Wedding photographs commemorating the occasion.....$3,000.
Deluxe two week honeymoon accommodations in Maui....$8,500.
The look on everyone's face when they see the 8x10 glossy of the Bride
and
the best man having sex..........Priceless.
There are some things money can't buy, for everything else there's
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Rukia
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#1 MASTERCARD WEDDING
shark42bait: you are evil...
shark42bait: i admire that in a woman....
I'm a mystery wrapped in an enigma wrapped in an AWESOME rack!
"if you want to get out of a speeding ticket short skirts and crying are still the way to go" Kairy on "mythbusters"
LimePink: "Um, Mr. President? I was doing a suduko puzzle, and based on the hidden co-ordinates in the grid, I think Osama Bin Laden is either here : points on map: or here :points to another spot within 5 miles:. Also, Jay-Z killed Tupac Shakur and the lost treasure of Atlantis actually turned to the glacier that sunk the Titanic."
shark42bait: i admire that in a woman....
I'm a mystery wrapped in an enigma wrapped in an AWESOME rack!
"if you want to get out of a speeding ticket short skirts and crying are still the way to go" Kairy on "mythbusters"
LimePink: "Um, Mr. President? I was doing a suduko puzzle, and based on the hidden co-ordinates in the grid, I think Osama Bin Laden is either here : points on map: or here :points to another spot within 5 miles:. Also, Jay-Z killed Tupac Shakur and the lost treasure of Atlantis actually turned to the glacier that sunk the Titanic."
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#2
How did that old Klingon proverb go again?
Awesome
Awesome
'I wonder how far the barometer sunk.'-'All der way. Trust me on dis.'
'Go ahead. Bake my quiche'.
'Undead or alive, you're coming with me.'
'Detritus?'-'Yessir?'-'Never go to Klatch'.-'Yessir.'
'Many fine old manuscripts in that place, I believe. Without price, I'm told.'-'Yes, sir. Certainly worthless, sir.'-'Is it possible you misunderstood what I just said, Commander?'
'Can't sing, can't dance, can handle a sword a little'
'Run away, and live to run away another day'-The Rincewind principle
'Hello, inner child. I'm the inner babysitter.'
'Go ahead. Bake my quiche'.
'Undead or alive, you're coming with me.'
'Detritus?'-'Yessir?'-'Never go to Klatch'.-'Yessir.'
'Many fine old manuscripts in that place, I believe. Without price, I'm told.'-'Yes, sir. Certainly worthless, sir.'-'Is it possible you misunderstood what I just said, Commander?'
'Can't sing, can't dance, can handle a sword a little'
'Run away, and live to run away another day'-The Rincewind principle
'Hello, inner child. I'm the inner babysitter.'
#4
just goes to show ya...
she never herd the bit about cheating in a room without windows....
but then again...how would she have guessed that he'd figured it out?
she never herd the bit about cheating in a room without windows....
but then again...how would she have guessed that he'd figured it out?
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"Oh, pipe down! It's not like you've never been bound and gagged before." - Harley Quinn.
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"Oh, pipe down! It's not like you've never been bound and gagged before." - Harley Quinn.
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Narsil
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#5
And people say that they don't make 'owned' moments like they used to...
Of course there's little to top Churchill;
Churchill: Madam, would you sleep with me for five million pounds?
Socialite: My goodness, Mr. Churchill... Well, I suppose... we would have to discuss terms, of course...
Churchill: Would you sleep with me for five pounds?
Socialite: Mr. Churchill, what kind of woman do you think I am?!
Churchill: Madam, we've already established that. Now we are haggling about the price.
Of course there's little to top Churchill;
Churchill: Madam, would you sleep with me for five million pounds?
Socialite: My goodness, Mr. Churchill... Well, I suppose... we would have to discuss terms, of course...
Churchill: Would you sleep with me for five pounds?
Socialite: Mr. Churchill, what kind of woman do you think I am?!
Churchill: Madam, we've already established that. Now we are haggling about the price.
