"Jesus!" Chad thought. "My only reason for even
suggesting a Tarzan-themed wedding was to get Jennifer to
finally take her top off... but then she had to turn into a
complete chickenshit at the last minute.
Like always. Where'd she get that white tarp, anyway? You can't even see her knees! God only knows
what she brought for our honeymoon tonight. Probably a
jogging suit. Balls. Meanwhile,
I'm left standing here like a jerkoff with a synthetic loincloth on. Damn thing itches like crazy. And I think the trained chimp we hired to be a flowergirl
peed on it. Like, a
minute ago.
Hell, I bet the only person more ticked about how they're dressed for this wedding is Jennifer's maid of honor, LeVonna."
Update: I'm now 99.99% sure I'll be able to post with laxative-like regularity for the rest of this week. Just don't expect any new artwork until early next week. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go supervise Tusker's gold tooth implantation procedure. (I've been trying to talk him into replacing one of his hands with a hook or perhaps a giant corkscrew, but he just won't go for it.)
