Hugely important annoucement - We're getting married!

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Submitted by Mark Hubbard on Tue, 2008-03-04 07:24.

Oh it's no good, I'm not able to hold back the surprise we’ve been holding any longer. I know Sandi is just about busting out of her straight jacket. Linz has already alluded to it, my affection for the lovely Storm-Trooper Sandi, so we have to make it official: we're getting married.

Well, not right away, obviously, there will be the little matter in this courtship period whereby through dint of my charming personality, and the righteousness of my ways, I'll be turning the Object of my love from genocidal maniac into compassionate, libertarian woman. But after that, yes, marriage.

It's going to be a Christian marriage, needless to say, (none of that Muslim bullshit), with Sandi pledging her undying devotion, nay, servitude to me until I am shot in cold blood, sorry, death do us part.

As I type, Peter Cresswell is designing the Church and the honeymoon suite, plus will be blogging the proceedings.


Richard Wiig
will be throwing giving Sandi away.

Pursuant to the small amount of correspondence I've seen in these hallowed halls, I was thinking on Barbara Branden pontificating officiating, but that would mean I couldn't invite James Valliant to read the telegraphs, so she's out, and Reed will be presiding, with God beside himself.


Linz
, grog water, obviously.


Richard Goode
will be pushing the drugs (Mr G., a couple of those little blue ones for me if you can fence some, cheers. That’s the thing about my Sandy, completely unrealistic expectations, you know how it is.)

Um, the noble, loyal Lady Suma, bodyguard. Olivia on frocks, socks and curtains. Jody, t-shirts (I'm by-passing the whole suit ‘thang). Glenn Jameson will be the official hairstylist for the wedding parties. Hayden will be editing the wedding bands. Hilton on food (plenty of seafood from the Gold Coast if you can). Callum, page-boy.

That bloody Lance is paying for the whole damned thing to make up for the travesty of February’s award ceremony.


Brendan
Hutching to cast a dour eye on proceedings.

There. We’re out of the closet, Sandi and me. It feels, I don’t know. Yes, it feels like the weight of the harem unstraddled from my shoulders.

So I propose a toast … um, wait a minute.

‘Mohammed, bring me a beer water!’

‘Allah it’s hard to find good slaves.’


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No migraines? They're

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No migraines? They're better than the ones I'm using. We really had better talk some stage.

And I've never never been neo-anything before: it's exciting, before even taking the little tikes.

Though, that's not 'neo' as in 'near' as 'just' as in 'premature' is it?


The blue pills

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An excellent choice.

Product description: "You will experience a loss of inhibitions, excitedness, euphoria, talkativeness and a rush of energy. The NEO-DOVE encourages people to feel closer, more open and empathic towards the people they are with. Some people call this being 'loved up'."


Will you be wearing your

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Will you be wearing your cape down the aisle?

 

What a strange thing to say Richard.

Kinky, but no, Mr G. is taking care of that. We won't be needing any sexual aides.


Your Cape?

Richard Wiig's picture

Will you be wearing your cape down the aisle?


Yep, cracked it. If me and

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Yep, cracked it. If me and Sandi have six children (what's that, sixtuplets or something?) then we'll get over $19,000 in Family Support (so long as Sandi qualifies for the In-Work payment - I'm planning on being a kept married man, with hassles).

So where's that lazy Mr G. got to? Richard, I'm going to have to up my order to a 100 of the little blue pills and some snake oil for virility. (Will you accept a post dated cheque?)


Oh Hayden, I wasn't going

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Oh Hayden, I wasn't going to say anything until we were on the damned plane!

The trouble is our Canadian Pension Plan has been suicide bombed by the Muslim hordes, and Sandi's lawyers have cleaned me out negotiating the pre-nup, so I really haven't got the money to get anywhere else.

Allah, I'm already growing sick of this marriage lark.

... wait a minute, I think I've got an idea. Hold on ...


I hate to tell you...

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... but your honeymoon flight to Tupelo has a stopover in Dubai.


Yep, strap that taser on,

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Yep, strap that taser on, Suma. I've got a broad, manly back, which will need a lot of protecting from Sand the Muslim hordes who are out to get my fair bride.


Congrats!

Suma's picture

Maybe I'll finally get to use my TASER C2!


Honored

James S. Valliant's picture

sir.


Mrs Hubbard

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I think she might be riding shotgun on this one.


And Mrs M. Hubbard?

Olivia's picture

No doubt she'll be in attendance? What will her role in the wedding of the year be... long suffering mother of the groom? Maybe she can help me with frocks, cocks and surtains. Smiling


Thank you James. I think as

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Thank you James. I think as well as telegram reader, you can also be toast master, if that's okay?

Although, I hope I've not jumped the gun a 'little' bit. This morning I'm showing Sandi the pre-nuptial agreement I've drawn up - here's hoping.


Sandi & Mark

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Huge congratulations!

Smartest thing I ever did was to marry the right heroine!


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