The proposal has been accepted, and a date is chosen. Next is to find an accommodating venue with an affordable total that can satisfy all the whims of a bride and her entourage of picky prissies. Whether it be a barn-busting hoe down or a pompous palace ensemble, everything must be approved by the emotional woman of the hour, as it should be. After a venue is arranged, invites are selected, and the choices are immense. You can get 50 styles of penmanship in 120 Crayola colors printed on 7 varieties of paper. Next is the food served, and the gastronomic selection shrinks to chicken, fish, beef, and vegetables just to make it easy on the catering company to execute the delivery. Mac and Cheese accessorizing the fish sticks is the favorite for those on a budget. A DJ or a band is brought in so the young girls can flash dance their wares at the drunken boys. Pheromones are wafted into the room, and with a little luck, a new wetting will materialize in a year to keep the wetting experts employed. The arthritic old people are condemned to watch in a longing trance and an unfortunate few adventure out on the dance floor….. They pay for that decision for the next 5 days. Do not feel sorry for them. They had their day in the sun. They were invited because they have what young people want: MONEY. When a bunch of strangers from 2 different families gather and alcohol is served, what are you going to get? Flirting and fighting. That’s standard ingrained human behavior, and the wetting ritual is all about introducing new genes into a stagnant lineage. When reading this, you must figure that the author is stupid and doesn’t know how to spell wedding. No. He knows how reproduction in mammals occurs, and there is no Cupid. Only secretions draining out of the genitalia that are wetting the undergarments. Sorry.
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