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[tonksly]

Spring has barely, barely fucking started, and we already got eight wedding invitations magneted to our icebox like it has chicken pox or something. Of course, the missus already sent out all the RSVPs saying we'd be absolutely thrilled to go to each and every one of the fuckers. I hate this season. I hate weddings. I could think of a billion

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[fabium]

A THOUSAND QUID?? Is it traditional for the bride to get a gold-plated comb for her wedding-only hairdo or what?

Also, people do it so that my nephew can't be called "Bill the Bastard", though I think it'd be a great pirate nickname, don't you?

[tonksly]

Yeah, we didn't get much in the way of a dowry. Surprise, surprise! That's why Andi and I did the civil service thing cos it's cheap, quick and valid.

[fabium]

HEY. We can avoid all that hassle and settle it now, years in advance! I've got five nephews, you've got one daughter! Take your pick! Bill's quite the charmer! Charlie's a wonder in the kitchen! Percy... well, okay, Percy and the twins are off since they're still in their crying and biting stages, but they'll grow out of it eventually!

[tonksly]

I say she keeps dibs on the three oldest and picks for herself when she reaches her breeding years. She'll need someone with prospects, of course. No losers.

[dunged]

your wedding was the greatest fucking wedding I've ever been to bollocks master COME GET PISSED WITH ME AND FABS

[fabium]

OR DON'T GET PISSED, TED. COME OVER AND SMELL THE SWEET SMOKY AIR OF THE PUB!

[dunged]

don't listen to him come get so fucking drunk you don't even know which way is up

[dunged]

BRING ANDI