When you go to register for a marriage license, they give you a little bag containing:
According to them, I need to wash, I'm ugly, and I make my new spouse sick. Or maybe it's a warning to not "let myself go" now that I'm out of the dating fiesta. At least the receipt for the license says "Congratulations" across the bottom.
Posted by Janine at July 11, 2003 10:51 AMYou do live in Springfield! Unfortunately it's apparently the side of town that Cletus lives on.
-Steve
Ok, This is hilarious, but totally unrelated.
-Steve