"I hope I don't get caught looking this up,"

"I hope I don't get caught looking this up," he thought as he started typing these words into Google:

"How to crash a wedding." His fingers hovered over the keys. Would someone see? Would they figure out that he--the quiet, meek and noncommital--was planning on rescuing

the bride on her way to the altar? His plan was to attach a rope to the ceiling and swoop down the aisle - slapping the groom before grabbing the bride. The one thing he did

forgot though was to make sure the rope was securely tied to the ceiling. He fell & landed on the bride, who was all fat and wide, and so she broke his fall. But he groom

slipped on the black sheep that was wondering what it was doing in the dancehall in the first place. With an explosive gas attack the sheep managed to

grab me and get us both out of danger, hiding under a table. Debris was falling all around us, but I felt safe. In one way or another, all of us are black sheep so I could relate.

The table's gummy underbelly stuck to Sally's hair. She screamed as she tried to pull away, but the rubble pinned her tightly to the center. Someone did this on purpose and we

know that although she was frightened, she was also filled with a feeling of raw excitement. When before had she found herself in such a scenario. Would she ever find herself

in the history books after all? Or would 5 minutes of internet fame splashed across TMZ be the most she could hope for? She sighed wistfully and made her choice.

She lit her almost completed manuscript on ice dancing into a glorious blaze, while her friend, Madge videoed her with her iPhone. Funny, the title "Fire & Ice" just seemed stupid