Day 248: The Morrisons*
Aren’t they the cutest dang thing you ever did see? You can’t even tell from their expressions that earlier that day they had endured the intensely annoying sound of gravel crunching underneath the soles of the shoes of five of their not very punctual friends as they lumbered their way into the wedding congregation almost but not quite late while the bridal procession sashayed its way down the aisle. You Protestants with your short and…
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