For the first seven years, I didn’t want to. For the next three I did.
We’re finally doing it later this month — Richard Warman and his lawsuits and the hurt feelings of puny Muslim crybabies be damned. Literally.
So: here’s my dress…
And I found the perfect shoes.
We are going to Vegas at the end of this month. If the new Hooters Casino has a chapel, all the better.
So while our persecutors are “living” their pathetic, lonely, misguided little lives, Arnie and I will be at the Crazy Horse. (NSFW)
Take that, losers.
