Goth Wedding Nightmare
I thought you were kidding about getting married. But when you said that you'd do anything I asked, and told me that you thought my breasts were beautiful and that you couldn't wait to get your hands on them. Well, I knew you were the real deal.
So, we went the the little chapel across the street from the rave, and got married right then and there, with my girlfriends acting as witnesses and bridesmaids, and my friend Bill as your best man. Yes, Bill is, indeed, your best man.
You begged me to consummate our marriage back at the rave, so we started to return. But, you passed out and that really pissed me off. So, we hauled you off to my house, where you came around, somewhat dazed and confused.
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