Trash the dress? More like trash the city.
Imagine my dismay at realizing that not all tiny roses taste like buttercream. Also, sorry about your roses, Grandma.
It's like my favorite thing and my other favorite thing got together just to laugh at my inability to eat them at my desk. UNFAVORITED, YOU TWO!
My fairy godmother started reading Ayn Rand and now she's all, "do it yourself." Ugh, the modern world is too complicated!
YES WE HEART YOU, CAKE. No need to brag about it.
Sorry strippers, R2D2 was coming out of groom's cakes a long time ago in a galaxy far far away before you were even born.
CN Tower? Everybody knows that's just a wannabe Space Needle. #misplacedseattlepride