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of the best I've been to. You gotta love a backyard party. Instead of rings, they exchanged tattoos--applied by hand by a friend while the best man read at length about love. As the bride was 8 months pregnant, you could call it a shotgun wedding. Her father obliged by standing by with a real one. I don't think it was loaded but I sure was by the end of the night. |