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No onions at all ?The last line is vital to any successful marriage, IMO. Fuck onions.
No onions at all ?The last line is vital to any successful marriage, IMO. Fuck onions.
I'm sorry. We can no longer be friends.The last line is vital to any successful marriage, IMO. Fuck onions.
A mate recently had a wedding in India that I couldn't make 'cause of work shit. But he invited me and about 6 other people including family. The bride invited 2,300 people and had 2,000 turn up.Not too sure what your budget is, none of my business, but some people make/create their own invitations. It's more time consuming but it will save you money.
I told the missus to do that but apparently my last name is Gates...
Honestly, another piece of advice is don't feel obligated to invite people. I'm Assyrian and we have a tradition of inviting people you walked by accidentally once 40 years ago. Our numbers swell to about 800+ people. Fuck that.
Our wedding was Assyrian/Maltese so it would've been huge. Our venue, Doltone House Jones Bay Wharf, only held roughly 130 people so it made our invitation list easier. Had our families and some friends and that was it.
The venue was a single train carriage in true indian style.A mate recently had a wedding in India that I couldn't make 'cause of work shit. But he invited me and about 6 other people including family. The bride invited 2,300 people and had 2,000 turn up.
Congrats as well..I'm currently planning my wedding for October
At all. Fuck them in their moot. I'll only eat them if I can't taste them.No onions at all ?
Seriously - that is so true. Never go to bed angry at one another.One piece of marriage advice: Don't waste time fighting with each other. It achieves nothing. Instead invest time finding a solution the the problem that is making you want to fight.
If something fires up between you, go your own directions to cool off and think of a solution, then come back together with a clear head and figure out a solution together.
Congrats as well..
Fuck you!The last line is vital to any successful marriage, IMO. Fuck onions.
My condolen... I mean congratulations lolI'm currently planning my wedding for October. We're keeping it cheap 'cause we both would prefer spending the money on a decent honeymoon.
We have a mate who has a decent farm and vineyard in the Hunter Valley so we're hosting an afternoon wedding there, having a decent rustic BBQ for the guests, white ornaments everywhere and thousands of battery operated lights (string lights, ball lights) plus fire pits for when it gets dark.
Then we're just setting up some fun little games for the guests and providing a shit load of alcohol.
Your moot smells like onions.At all. Fuck them in their moot. I'll only eat them if I can't taste them.
I have no brother....I'm sorry. We can no longer be friends.
The snowflake got raped by a bag of onions... lolNo onions at all ?
You think you fucking know someone.Haha. Fuck off. They're filth. It's all you fucking taste.
McRib, no onions extra pickles.
Fuck that. Chili is like sex, except I have it.You think you fucking know someone.
Next you'll come out and say you hate garlic and chilli...