Wedding Ruined by Bolting Nag

Two years to plan a wedding, he's got to be the luckiest bloke alive. Who'd want to marry some tart that takes two years of your life planning the worst day of your life. At least he can bin her now she's going to have PTSD.


I blame the father for being stupid, and flash enough to waste money on this sort of ostentacious nonsense. Bow locks to the lot of them. I speak from experience. Two years ago Mrs Trowel and Ms Trowel tried for months to get me to shell out and hire Marwell bloody zoo for Gods sake, for the wedding. No chance!

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