Filed under: Creepy, Fail, just saying..., Nom., relationships, shame shame shame | Tags: cheeseburgers, Lamest Post Ever., marriage, Weddings
I am a lover of cheeseburgers. And a hater of marriage! I’ve never been the kind of girl that would a.) get married or b.) “plan my wedding since I was twelve” but I would sure as shit marry someone for some sweet cheeseburger gear… My cheeseburger wedding after the jump!
Only my close group of friends, who know better than to ever propose marriage to me, know my cheeseburger wedding weakness, so this is borderline confession territory here. The reason for this is because I would marry pretty much anyone for cheeseburger gear, which would mean anyone could take advantage of me via matrimony.
1. The Proposal
This ring…also good for punching!
I must be proposed to with this stylish and very appetizing wedding ring. Mandatory. This will signify the promise of a future chock full of cheeseburger merchandise.
- The Dress.
- The cake.
3. The Wedding Night
Wow. That was the lamest post Pinky Links has ever seen. You’re welcome. Or….I’m sorry.
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