Damn!

Damn!

As the bride looked loving into his eyes, This was not the word the groom wanted to hear from the pastor. "Damn?"

"Damn right, pastor! This man is hella damn sexy and I'm gonna marry him, and you had better pronounce us wife and man, and it had better damn end with a period!" The congregation

gasped. The congregation had never seen a wedding like this before. Why was the couple even getting married? Would their marriage last forever? Would they live happily ever after?

The pig farmer and the bearded lady appeared to be madly in love. But it was the thought of children that worried the wedding congregation. The vicar spoke, "Speak now or forever h

old your peace." Just as the vicar was about to continue, someone shouted out, "Marry me instead, bearded lady!" The bearded lady and her fiance pig farmer were aghast. Everyone

with his fancy Agricultural degree. It still meant pig shit for his wife. She threw down her bouquet, took off the ring, gave it to her new husband, & ran away with Oxy the Geek.

It was their child, the half-human, half-human hybrid, who grew up to be the one and only Rear Admiral Rectal-Scrape that won World War III for the Allied forces, thus ending the

scourge of fluorinated water and the robbing us of our purity of essence. Rear Admiral Rectal-Scrape went on to host Pluto's Funniest Videos for 7 Plutonian years. Hybridism works.