Hey now, hey now, let's not take all the attention from the bride and groom! Darn exhibitionist symbolists!
Imagine my dismay at realizing that not all tiny roses taste like buttercream. Also, sorry about your roses, Grandma.
How does it stay up like that?
Whisk Yourself Away Into the Faniverse!
Wish them well or they will eat you.
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!
Aaaaand that title, dear readers, is why I'm not into rock climbing.