[A photo essay with very few wisecracks.]
I returned home from New York last night and absolutely needed to show you some of Jill and Marky’s wedding ASAP.
You’ll see why.
(How’d this get in here? It’s weird. It’s like some crazy loon made a random guy take off his glasses, give them to her immediately and take a picture, and instead he purposely focused on the cheeky guy behind her.
But that’s purely hypothetical.)
(I don’t know what happened to my boobs. I’ve got NASA’s anti-gravitational unit on the case. They’ll also probably look into why I have two heads.)
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