Operation scatter the Wedding!
I just had a very terrible night.
It seemed like instead of this mini hellhole, I was sleeping in a jungle filled with wild, voracious mosquitoes. The damned vicious things had devoured me like they’d not seen human blood in all their miserable lives. I can even still feel their sting on my poor skin. Mtcheew! This is really a nightmare.
Oh well, back to the story I know you are all really here for. Oh yes, I know most of you don’t care about. Judging me, right? Well, no matter. Back to the story. Let’s go to the wedding day.
Yeah, you heard me, the wedding day. So I guess you don’t need a native doctor to tell you that my astonished “WHAT!” did me no good whatsoever.
Instead it’d nearly earned me some really bad points as our over-smiling yellow pawpaw Daniella had cried out with joy and excitement, “Oh Mummy that is such good news, I’m so happy for you.” And had dashed off as if fire was on her silly ass, to hug her mum and then my daddy, smiling and saying to him, “Uncle, I’m happy for you too.”