Why is everyone getting married? First those friend of mine from Cape Breton, then Auralie 'I'm never getting married' Trotsky, and now my heinous fat cousin from Lethbridge. It's the plague, I tell you. Once one person gets it they all get it. Luckily, I hate my heinous fat cousin and therefore have a good reason not to attend. Auralie on the other hand, I quite like. Perhaps she'll elope? I suspect though that her wedding might be enjoyable and charming and fully stocked with alcohol, even the cheapest alcohol for the comfort of me. Hear that, girl? I wants to be drunk when you walk down the aisle.
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