If I ever get married, you know the part where the bride and groom walk in the reception hall to a song. Well, my bride and I are going to ride in on a pink chariot pulled by crocodiles to the ballad by Starship “Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us Now.” Oh, I want two giant mythical birds, like a phoenix or something, flying in the back singing:
Nothing’s gonna stop us
Nothing’s gonna stop us, whoa
Nothing’s gonna stop us now, oh no
Yep, doves are for losers.
How about that for a fairytale wedding…