Ok so your name is Rebecca Levenson and it's your wedding day. You're getting married to your girlfriends, who you've been dating for just a year before she proposed. Everyone was like, "Rebecca what the FUCK is wrong with you, this is too soon." But you just goddamn know that fucker is your soulmate so you ignored them all. But then she invites her long time ex, Kaitlyn, to the wedding. And you, as Rebecca, are APPALLED. Doesn't she know you hate Kaitlyn? Why the fuck would she invite someone she was in a relationship with for six years to your wedding? And then, the night before, you saw the two of them together. So flash forward back to the wedding day. You just walked down the aisle in your ridiculously expensive dress. You probably should have gotten something cheaper to save expenses but fuck it, it's your day. And you won't let anyone ruin it. You're at the alter, and the priest does whatever it is that priests do at these things, and it's time to do your vows. Your soon-to-be wife does her, and it's very romantic and everyone cried. Then it's your turn. You look at your almost wife, tears, in your eyes, and say, "I saw you hanging out with Kaitlyn yesterday." She's completely shocked. "Rebecca! It's not what you think!" "I won't hesitate, bitch," you answer back, pulling a gun out of your cleavage.
Edited (i noticed a typo? i love you smooch) 2017-05-31 16:03 (UTC)
i haven't stopped being angry about this for even a second 1/2
So I, as Rebecca, in deciding to shoot my almost-wife, who I don't think has a name, have a situation that would rank as a scrotum on the situations scale?
Edited (i'm passive aggressively editing this comment because i'm furious at you for doing this to me) 2017-06-01 18:31 (UTC)
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No problem.
You're my bro so..... I'm glad to help?
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Well, I'm lucky to have a bro like you, then. ♥(ˆ⌣ˆԅ)
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I can do it right now.
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You're getting married to your girlfriends, who you've been dating for just a year before she proposed.
Everyone was like, "Rebecca what the FUCK is wrong with you, this is too soon."
But you just goddamn know that fucker is your soulmate so you ignored them all.
But then she invites her long time ex, Kaitlyn, to the wedding.
And you, as Rebecca, are APPALLED.
Doesn't she know you hate Kaitlyn? Why the fuck would she invite someone she was in a relationship with for six years to your wedding?
And then, the night before, you saw the two of them together.
So flash forward back to the wedding day.
You just walked down the aisle in your ridiculously expensive dress. You probably should have gotten something cheaper to save expenses but fuck it, it's your day.
And you won't let anyone ruin it.
You're at the alter, and the priest does whatever it is that priests do at these things, and it's time to do your vows.
Your soon-to-be wife does her, and it's very romantic and everyone cried.
Then it's your turn.
You look at your almost wife, tears, in your eyes, and say, "I saw you hanging out with Kaitlyn yesterday."
She's completely shocked. "Rebecca! It's not what you think!"
"I won't hesitate, bitch," you answer back, pulling a gun out of your cleavage.
i haven't stopped being angry about this for even a second 1/2
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i love you so much
Also no she doesn't have a name, which is what makes it even more of a scrotum.