My texts from last night

(215): spotted: tuxedo tshirt, extremely short jean shorts, flip flops and middle age. My god what is the world coming to

(215): Fuck her. Stupid whore. I hope the groom punches her in the nose and bounces.

(215): Did I mention that they had to rehearse just before because they had a tiny dog named meatball walk down the aisle in a suit and tophat?