I have spent a good five minutes laughing imagining the trashiness of the Ethan Ralph hick shotgun wedding.
He is going to a fucking bowling alley, dragging his 9 month pregnant across the country in his Hot Wheels truck, in his white CPAC suit ( refusing to take off his wigger baseball cap throughout), his gunt spread wider than Meigh's pregnant belly, as she proudly shows off her $100 pawn shop ring. She will be forbidden from wearing heels so that she doesn't height-mogg him even further in the wedding photos. The ceremony will be conducted by a black E-celebrity, surrounded by sub-90 IQ killstream paypigs, everyone drinking Bud Lights out of plastic cups.. Ralph will already be shitfaced before he even walks up the aisle, with vows that he will later publish on his tumblr blog and will probably reference the evil A-lawgz. He won't even be able to hide his disdain for Pantsu on the wedding day, and will either get into a fight or try having an affair on the day. The first dance will be to a white trash country song, he will awkwardly hobble along to it, staggering from the liters of whisky in his system, soaked up by the numerous gas station snacks provided in lieu of a wedding buffet, trying desperately to avoid brushing with Pantsu's moustache.