Yes, there it is! I couldn't remember the name of it and Bing results weren't doing me any favors, and for whatever reason it wouldn't show on my search history.
This reminds me of every wedding reception I've ever been to. Why do the people hired professionally that do this shit for a living never seem capable of figuring out how to use their own audio equipment? Feedback screeching, that weird effect that makes words incomprehensible like the PA system in a grocery store, another weird effect that makes everything sound muffled and blurry to destroy the speaker's annunciation like they're talking through a pillow, inexplicable tapping noises, actual tapping noises are made to be deafening, no sponge covers on the mics to avoid the speaker's breath blowing out the audio entirely, etc.
My wife set out what she wanted from me when we were dating. It was a touch forward, but in retrospect I'm glad she had a plan. Almost 3 years later I'm happy to be married. It certainly beats being a bachelor in many respects.
We did that. Surprisingly, the cake tasted pretty good. If it is wrapped well, there won't be any freezer burn or anything. We really only had a couple of bites, though, so it is kind of a waste and it does take up space in your freezer. If you've already got it stored in there, I'd give it a go. For anyone considering it, though, I'd just go with the option of getting the bakery to do a small version of it for your anniversary.
We used a rice alternative (instead of the traditional rice). It was like puffed rice in little heart shapes. That got everywhere. People were throwing it as we got in our car to drive away and so much of it came through the window. Despite vacuuming, somehow we were still finding it a year later. I guess it fell into the seats and would fall out a few pieces at a time or something. I thought we would never get it all out.
I'm that bitch who would do a bank chargeback and submit this footage to the court if the DJ tried to sue. That DJ has no business tricking people into paying money to rely on him for a job he can't do.
Oh no, that sounds like the Cheerios and Goldfish dilemma. Unless you buy a new car after the toddler phase (or hell, even after the elementary school phase with Goldfish and graham crackers), you'll be finding crumbs and whole pieces in that sucker for years after the last time those snacks were ever in there. You can get that car professionally cleaned and it won't make a difference. Applies to couches, too. There should be one of those science theory jokes about it in the same realm as Schrodinger's Cat.
That makes the phrase cock-ring to another level
