-There's gotta be one thing about weddings that you like. - Open bar. - No. -All right. So when the bride comes in and she makes her giant, grand entrance, I like to glance back at the poor bastard getting married. 'Cause even though I think he's an idiot for willingly entering into the last legal form of slavery he always looks really, really happy. And, for some reason, I-- What the hell are you looking at me like that for? - Are you shitting me right now? - What? -That's my favorite part. She paused the movie and looked at him with a big grin on her face. He smiled, her genuine smiles made him want to always keep her happy. He raised his eyebrows and when she still wouldn't answer, he asked "What!?" She squealed, "That's my favorite part too." He said "Buuuuut.. Indian weddings aren't like that." She started laughing so hard he thought he'd unintentionally cracked a joke. Looking at his confused and baffl...
A fresh start at writing. Yes, again! Thanks to my procrastinating skills. Although, I am sure, this will be more spontaneous than my last effort, considering I scribble a lot these days. Comparatively! :P