Aim for the head, that's the only way to stop them.
The weight of their love has drawn them toward the earth.
Oh come on people, like you didn't know this part was coming at a wedding.
I wonder if they paid them all five bucks to do that. Ha! Joke's on them, I would've done it for free.
The only problem with a bike taxi at a wedding is the amount of the cyclist-driver's butt you have to see as he tows you along. ... Better just keep making out.
It's nice to always have a place to rest when your feet hurt after dancing in heels all night.
That's not just an "I'm bored" yawn, that's a "get me out of here right now" one. I foresee crying within an hour.
My darling husband went from shmoopy to douchebag in 2.5 seconds