The
second, and final installment of wedding bloopers. Pardon my cheeseball captions. If you can bear with me, I recently found an old, super shameful Christmas list of mine that I'll share to make up for it.
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| Sorry, Craig, it's all genetic... |
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See....tada!
It looks like we're singing, "If I were a rich man..." |
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| The world's whitest white girl dancer finds her soulmate.... |
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| and couldn't be happier about it. |
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| Don't be jealous of my charms and feminie wiles. |
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| Craig as a one of those singing mounted bass. |
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| Oh no! I wasn't listening when you told me how to be an adult. Quick, tell me again. |
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| I think maybe we should've eloped... |
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But Laura, we have enough George Dickel to fell an army.
True. |
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| Craig: What's our Dickel countdown? |
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You're never taking the trash out again?
Nope. |
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| Making my mother uncomfortable since 1984 |
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| Dickel success. |
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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. |
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Our first judgement passed as a married couple. Awww. We've gotten even better with practice.
Teamwork! |
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