Dear Lord, please let my soon-to-be-wife’s hunter orange bridesmaids dresses spontaneously combust before our wedding. Having one emotional woman at the altar is awful enough, having seven teeth gritting, pissed off women, verbally castrating me under their breath is more than I can bear, Amen.
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I’ve always said everyone at wedding should be naked. That way you can tell who the best man really is.
I agree Jack! But just thinking about Grandmaw and Uncle Bubba doing the chicken dance naked . . . not good!
I had to wear a sort of lime green once. Pretty hideous. But they’re divorced now so I figure karma got her back.
I feel your pain ladies. I had to wear a mid-length black dress with big white polka dots and a boat collar. As if the dress wasn’t ugly enough we also wore little sailor style hats. Oh my God in heaven, please burn them . . . burn them ALL!!
The worst thing is that the bridesmaids have to pay for their own dresses. The least the bride can do is choose something that doesn’t look hideous and that can be worn for other occasions.
True dat!
Orange bridesmaid’s dresses?! Ye gods! If I had to wear one of those, I think I’d poison the wedding cake!
It’s a frightening thing to see women wearing hunter blaze orange at a wedding, smh. . .