To W(B)ed a Bong

The Bedding Diaries of a clueless, soon-to-be Bride

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

The Nazgul cometh

The days are going darker. I can feel it in the air. I can feel it in the water. Rumors grow of a dark power rising in the East. The Dark Lord of Holy Matrimony has sent his servants to the windy city in search of the one Bride. The Nazgul will get here by Friday night. There is no escape.


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