|
 | I'll... tell... you something... never get... ugh.. drunk | |
|
| Do you take this man to be your... oh I dont know that word. Dammit. Are we allowed to swear? | |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
| Mind your own f***ing buisness and marry me to this glass of wine. | |
|
| That's not wine. That glass was in my the room when that hooker was.... and then I.... Oh whatever. | |
|
|
|
|
|
