Thoroughly out of context, this was a comment made by oatmeal
to my post
about my recent engagement. He felt the need to write a short scene describing how my wedding might be if the ceremony was performed by a food processor.
Food Processor: WHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRchkchkchkchk
Her (cautiously, trying to remember the words): WHRRR...RRRRR...RRRRchkchkchk...chk.
Her: *adds strawberries*
Her: I do.
Her: *adds milk*
Him: *adds ice-cream*
Mother of the bride: *begins to cry softly*
Him: I do.
M.o.t.B: *sobs loudly, while husband comforts her*
Him: *adds bananas*
Him + Her: *exchange rings*
Her: *ring falls into processor.* oops!
crowd: nervous laughter.
Her: *reaches into FP*
Crowd: *enjoys strawberry-banana-blood smoothies*( Collapse )