For a person to dream of being wedded, is a sad augury, as death will only be eluded by a miracle. If the wedding is a gay one and there are no ashen, pale-faced or black-robed ministers enjoining solemn vows, the reverses may be expected.
*I was on a reality TV show where the audience called and voted in a person for me to marry. It was the day of the wedding and the person I was going to marry was RedRum (nickname for a girl from my drama group, who really annoys me). She was really excited about the wedding and was dragging me around to have pictures taken with her and get ready for the evening. I was at home getting ready and I asked my parents "this isn't really happening is it? I'm not really expected to Marry Redrum?", hoping they would put my mind at rest, but they ensured me they had already paid for the wedding and my mum had bought me a dress especially. I reluctantly went into my room to get ready and put my dress on; it was very short and unflattering and I was really shocked my mum had chosen it for me. Next thing I knew I was at the aisle with my bride to be and all of my friends/family were watching. As the Vicar said "If anyone knows of any reason why these 2 should not be joined together in Holy Matrimony..." I waited for someone to point out Redrum was already married and therefore could not marry me. All of a sudden a small producer of the show appeared out of no where for us to stop because Redrum was no longer the viewer's favourite and someone else had been voted in. Redrum disappeared and this awful fat woman took her place. I looked round desperately seeking someone to rescue me, I pleaded with a friend to help but she just sat there telling me I had got into this mess by myself. I had to marry the woman in the end and the next stage of the show was for us to move in together along with one of the other contestants. Next thing I know, I am sitting at a random kitchen table holding my head in my hands as the 2 women bitch and argue with each other all day long.
*I was on a reality TV show where the audience called and voted in a person for me to marry. It was the day of the wedding and the person I was going to marry was RedRum (nickname for a girl from my drama group, who really annoys me). She was really excited about the wedding and was dragging me around to have pictures taken with her and get ready for the evening. I was at home getting ready and I asked my parents "this isn't really happening is it? I'm not really expected to Marry Redrum?", hoping they would put my mind at rest, but they ensured me they had already paid for the wedding and my mum had bought me a dress especially. I reluctantly went into my room to get ready and put my dress on; it was very short and unflattering and I was really shocked my mum had chosen it for me. Next thing I knew I was at the aisle with my bride to be and all of my friends/family were watching. As the Vicar said "If anyone knows of any reason why these 2 should not be joined together in Holy Matrimony..." I waited for someone to point out Redrum was already married and therefore could not marry me. All of a sudden a small producer of the show appeared out of no where for us to stop because Redrum was no longer the viewer's favourite and someone else had been voted in. Redrum disappeared and this awful fat woman took her place. I looked round desperately seeking someone to rescue me, I pleaded with a friend to help but she just sat there telling me I had got into this mess by myself. I had to marry the woman in the end and the next stage of the show was for us to move in together along with one of the other contestants. Next thing I know, I am sitting at a random kitchen table holding my head in my hands as the 2 women bitch and argue with each other all day long.
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