One night in her wild child days, Lisa got all liquored up on Boone's Farm (Wildberry flavor) and woke up the next day with a ring on her finger and a tattoo of the name "Chris" encased in a heart on her butt. And the rest is history.
Or she met this really upstanding fellow Chris at her previous job, and after a long friendship and carefully considered courtship they got married in an intimate yet tasteful ceremony at her suburban baptist church (with her parent's permission of course). I can't quite remember which way it happened.
And these pictures certainly aren't helping my confusion!
Not only was our present the best, it was also the most elegantly wrapped.
I want to put that in my mouf.
I will bite that right out of your hand mister!
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