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So, my column this week is about the bridal show that the English Dept is having at 23Hoyt this Sunday at noon. In it, I espouse the virtues of co-owners Elizabeth Dye and Joy Cohen’s style as friendly and approachable, noting that as a bride, “You probably won’t be lacking for things to worry about, after all.”
Such as:
Holy shit, that was amazing!
Ahahahahaha! Was that for real? If it was, that was f***king amazing! Jody is one bad-ass, crazy biotch! I'd marry her...
wow.
fake
awesome. i hope i get to get married one day...
Fuck the champagne. Get that bitch some Prozac.
Nothing a couple muscle relaxants and a bitch slap across the face wouldn't fix.
Shit I almost peed!
EPIC hilarity. on so many levels. i'm reeling.
the gouges in the floor as i get dragged toward the altar by social pressure got a bit deeper as i watched that.
"i don't look like a briiiiide!!!"
the juxtaposition of the misery that is the marital industrial complex with promoting a bridal show is certainly interesting.
Whoever just posted that last comment is a total fag.
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Ho Lee Fuck. I don't know if I should laugh or cry at that.