marry me

i teared up when i sawr this invite to a wedding. anyone want to marry me. so we can do cool things like this. live on a cloud and only eat quesadillas for all of eternity. i would be a lathe operator in northbay and you a super model who dabbled in professional chinese checkers. we will host dinner parties and get black out drunk every other day. our love will flourish. yet i would slowly grow to dispise your lack of affection and develop a online foot fetish addiction that consumes me. marriage counselling wouldnt help and a short rainy trip to costa rica would be a tipping point which leads to our divorce. years later after we had remarried i bump into you at a wendys in stouffville. nothing is said. but a single tear falls from your eye into your supersized fries. our love would live on forever on the itnernets. in the form of this wedding invite. i die regretting so much. you will die from a combination of hyperlipidemia and terrible sciatica. i love you babdy. i love you so much. like drops of jupiter in your hair baby. drops of jupiter. in your hair.
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