Well the big day finally arrived.
The Church of Immense Retention was stacked to the laughters.
Eugene Portland on organ.
Revelation X barring the door with a bottle.
Pie Annie brought in her famous giant Connubial Blintz.
Lee Z. Gladstone was at the halter.
I was his second.
Smokey Jr. was coming down the while.
Nanette Touche’ was the Maid Upon Her.
The Reverend Mr. Amos Rant was deriding:, “Nearly Beloveds, we are gathered here under the sign of Cod, to sizzle these two in wielded bliss.
Should anyone here know the real reason these two should not be joined in mattress money, shut up!
Do you Smokey Mirrors, take this retro bait in slickness and stealth, forgiving all past traveling salesman jokes and farmer’s daughters?”
“And you Lee Z. Gladstone, do you take this real steal estate saleswoman until wealth do you part?”
“You may now exchange the rings for saving stamps.
Then by the power vest I wear, I now pronoun you Hushman and Strife.”