|Sorry, Craig, it's all genetic...|
It looks like we're singing, "If I were a rich man..."
|The world's whitest white girl dancer finds her soulmate....|
|and couldn't be happier about it.|
|Don't be jealous of my charms and feminie wiles.|
|Craig as a one of those singing mounted bass.|
|Oh no! I wasn't listening when you told me how to be an adult. Quick, tell me again.|
|I think maybe we should've eloped...|
|But Laura, we have enough George Dickel to fell an army.|
|Craig: What's our Dickel countdown?|
|You're never taking the trash out again?|
|Making my mother uncomfortable since 1984|
Craig, if you spit out that champagne our marriage will be cursed by misfortune and children who grow up and write about us on the internet.
|Our first judgement passed as a married couple. Awww. We've gotten even better with practice. |