Congratulations to my friends who are doing that grown-up wedding ting. I can't pretend that weddings make me think of any song quite as strongly as this one.
So, kids, come on over to Grandpa's smoky corner of the basement and let him tell you about two-thousand-and-nine...
I'll be the toastmaster in the tuxedo. Spinsters, sisters and searchers catch me by the bar. Nuptuals call for a double mart, three olvies please...
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Tuesday, February 24, 2009
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