Tare wrote:
I'm madly in love with BT. True story.
Someday, as we stand at the altar, surrounded by our family and friends, penetrating one another to our very cores with our love-locked gazes, we'll look back at this moment and recognize it as the catalyst that brought about heaven upon earth. I'll take your hand in mine, never dropping my eyes from yours, and I will recite with intense passion these vows:
"Tare, I knew I loved you before I ever met you. All my life before you, it was there, this force drawing me to give myself to you, and I begged for it to claim me. Then, I found you, and you me, and it was my soul you heard rejoicing because it had finally found its way home. You who accept me unwaveringly, in all my glory and failings. You, my sweet, sudden angel, had my heart before it knew what it was for, before it knew it could be more than just an empty thing. You glorious woman, you've captured me, and no trap has ever been more welcome than this!
Without you I was always nervous, self-concious and unsure of my place, but you let me know that it's okay to be me. You accept my highs, and my lows. My triumphs and my bitter nocturnal secretions. And all I want to do for you is everything. I desire just to show you how special you make me feel".
You'll say, "Oh, Barkingturtle", and your eyes will glisten, full to the brim with tears of joy.
Then, the preacher will ask for the ring. I will slip the elegant piece of platinum on your finger, and you will reciprocate in turn.
Next, the preacher will ask if "We do?", and we will. He will instruct me to kiss my bride.
And I will flip your dress up over your head and perform the most fantastic cunnilingus upon you that man has ever bore witness to. The gathering of loved ones will burst out in an uncrontrollable, divine symphony of their approval. The scene before them will cause vaginas to moisten and c
Ocks to become erect, and the entire congregation will become a writhing heap of inspirational intercourse, bathed in the perspiration of our holy union. Your ****** will arrive with such force that you will emit a cry of divine satisfaction, and all peoples within thirty miles shall join you in your uncrontrollable pelvic clenching and spasming, closing businesses and causing massive pile-ups on the freeway. Then the effected population will come to rest, fulfilled in a way they never thought possible, and they will languish the rest of the week in their divine afterglow.
I originally posted this in the OOT, but I'm going to start using it as my standard response anytime I even think a lady or confused young boy may be susceptiable to my squirrely charms.