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Classy...I know

I can't believe I forgot to share this...

So my ex B got re-married to his 40ish girlfriend with 4 kids by 4 dads, who's oldest son is 22. Way to upgrade there buddy. Anway, I saw some of their "wedding" pics online and thought I would share this clashy....uh, I mean C.L.A.S.S.Y. wedding cake.


I will give you a moment to let the awesomeness soak in. Yes that's a beer can with a little plastic bride and groom inside. You know you want one. I hate to be redundant but -classy- is all that comes to mind. Yeah.

Too bad they didn't have their wedding done by Redneck Weddings... I would have LOVED to watch that episode.

And even though I'm totally jealous at his obivious upgrade, I'm going to embarrass myself by showing what his and I's wedding cake looked like:

Makes me want to cry at what could have been. -sniffle-

Ok, I know I'm being a tad bitchy. But COME ON!?!?!?! Is that not the most hilarious thing you've ever seen!!!! Here's another angle just so you can truely appreciate the hilarity and see that I am not lying...its a Busch Light beer can. I can't make this shit up people.


Honestly, I wish him all the happiness in the world, but I would make fun of ANYONE that would have that cake. And in case you were wondering, that's the bride and groom standing in the background of that last picture. He wore kakhis, she wore jeans. High. Class.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Careful, Dad and I wore jeans to our second wedding.
Dawn Allen said…
I wasn't referring to the jeans being the unclassy part. The fact that he was much more dressed up than she is...now that's the classy part!

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