Jessica & Jeffrey’s guerilla wedding
Mr. A-go-go & I thought and thought and thought about what to do for the shindig — we waffled between hitting the county registrars office and doing a Pee-Wee’s Playhouse tribute (we even found someone to get ordained and marry us as Jambi!). We ended up holding a guerrilla wedding at the famous fountain in our hood where wedding parties take their group photos every weekend.
Diamond as dick size
See, when you talk exact carats, you’re getting into the dick-size game, whether you mean to or not. It’s sort of like pulling down your pants and saying, “Oh that? My 10.75-inch-long penis? Ignore that — I’m trying to tell about you my scrotal piercing!” Here’s a fool-proof way to avoid the whole OMG IT’S SO HUGE discussion.
Your wedding is not a contest
The dirty flip-side of “my wedding is too weird” is “my wedding isn’t weird enough.” Both sentiments make me sad because your wedding is not a contest.
Cake-scape
I loves me some non-traditional wedding cakes, and this one is almost more landscape than cake. You’ve got rolling hills of fruits and almond slivers and towers of strawberries and those phallic bananas and holy hell: it’s enough sweets to feeds a small nuptial army! The caption refers to it as a “cake installation” which […]