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boysbriefs: "I'm Probably a Size 8, Right?
Tomorrow morning is the annual Running Of The Brides at Filene's Basement. Thousands of heavily caffeinated women will be lined up along Peachtree Street waiting for the doors to open at 8 so they can wrestle over discount wedding gowns. Should be great fun.
I should totally go. I mean, I am getting married, no? I could see myself dressed up in a hot-pink tracksuit, the 'Juicy' logo emblazoned across my ass, a silver whistle hanging around my neck. When the doors fling open, I'd run screaming into the store, trampling the other women there and clawing at the racks. 'Oh no, Mary. I grabbed that little strapless number first. HANDS OFF, BITCH!' Then I'd collect myself, lean over to the bride next me and say, 'Like she should be wearing white anyways! By the way, could you zip me up? Thanks, girl.' Women have all the fun.
Yes, I realize I just set the gay marriage battle back about ten years. My apologies."
Tomorrow morning is the annual Running Of The Brides at Filene's Basement. Thousands of heavily caffeinated women will be lined up along Peachtree Street waiting for the doors to open at 8 so they can wrestle over discount wedding gowns. Should be great fun.
I should totally go. I mean, I am getting married, no? I could see myself dressed up in a hot-pink tracksuit, the 'Juicy' logo emblazoned across my ass, a silver whistle hanging around my neck. When the doors fling open, I'd run screaming into the store, trampling the other women there and clawing at the racks. 'Oh no, Mary. I grabbed that little strapless number first. HANDS OFF, BITCH!' Then I'd collect myself, lean over to the bride next me and say, 'Like she should be wearing white anyways! By the way, could you zip me up? Thanks, girl.' Women have all the fun.
Yes, I realize I just set the gay marriage battle back about ten years. My apologies."
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