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I come from a HUGE family, half of which still live in Oklahoma. Yeah, you know this is about you, You. There was a rift in the 50s over a bunch of money from some business endeavor and that story itself is insane, but it came up at my cousin's wedding when I was 15. She had specifically stated NO FLASKS on the

Friend from college's wedding:

Not sure if this counts as throwing hands, but it certainly involved hands and was just flat out bizarre. We had our wedding at an historic beach hotel in New Hampshire. We had the main ballroom reserved for our reception and it was just lovely. We decided to do karaoke at the end of the night when everybody was

Not my wedding but my mom's. My dear sweet grandmother (mom's side) was not happy that her ex husband (my mom's dad) brought a floozie to the wedding. They had divorced due to his philandering ways. From what I was told my 5 foot 1 inch grandma proceeded to grab said floozie and help her out of the reception. She did

We had a small wedding and didn't have any kind of "coordinator", paid or family because the venue we were at had a staff person on site who was supposed to run interference, keep the food coming, tell the DJ where to set up, etc. We got there a few minutes early (our off-site ceremony was WAY shorter than planned,

my husband asked me while we were having sex. PIV sex.

Mmmm, I like watching you sleep. And 365 days from now, I'm going to murder you and and eat your kidneys for dinner. It will be fun, I promise.

So you're telling me that this guy basically provided video evidence to his fiancé that she could have been engaged a whole year ago?

Why couldn't he just take a picture with each day's newspaper, like the serial killer stalker abductor that he is?

Remember before the Internet when people just fucking proposed with a goddamn ring in a champagne glass/piece of chocolate cake/etc.?

Can I mention how lucky I am to have a man who made me wait at a spot at Glacier National Park for 5 minutes for 4 other people to leave in order to ask me, quietly, to marry him. No videos, no cameras, no audience. I am lucky.

My husband, not overly sentimental, says to me on Sunday "Aww, did you see that latest proposal video? It's cute."

That would push me over the edge to Munchausen my kid.

That's... generally what the most successful models look like.

Some of the replies on here are a little disturbing. It's easy to be snarky, but saying things along the lines of "this bitch will be back, she just wants his money" ignores the very, very real possibility that she's a victim of Brown's long, well-documented history of abuse and obvious lack of mental stability. Abuse

its not about sleeping with Lupes, its about cheating on her husband. The tweet infers she's an adultress.

A simple no would have sufficed.

Yet finding the clitoris is still a mystery to so many men, even the scientists...

I don't even like cats. Can I still sign?

Yeah, and if this guy gets slock-ed to death in prison I'm going to blame him because you can't clap with one hand and a decent boy wouldn't be in prison in the first place.