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When we got married, my wife and I had made arrangements with a local judge to preside over a civil ceremony. When he had a sudden family emergency, he was replaced at the last minute by a local JP, who ended up giving us a thorough (and unexpected) preachin’ to anyway, complete with passages about “cleaving” and such. A couple of months later, he got his picture in the paper blessing the union of two hippopotami at a private exotic animal park, whose owners didn’t want them “living in sin.”
God, how I love Texas.
No matter how many times we have stuff like this confirming Texas stereotypes, people still keep moving here.
Now.. a sec.. which one’s supposed to say this? The bride or the groom?