Repost from a while back:
Wet fucking Wet fucking Wet.


Got married to a lunatic (in a nice way) Polish girl a few years back, who turned into a bit of a Psycho.
Got married in the little registrars office in York, all very exiting, few friends and family etc.
Now, with a registry wedding, you don't get a rehearsal, so we turned up about 20 mins before the sevice and they talked us through what we should do, when to enter the room etc.
The lovely lady asked us if we'd like a bit of music in the background as we walked up the isle, and me, thinking it would be nice not to walk up in silence, said aye.
The registrar instructed us to stand outside the door, and wait for everyone to be seated, and then walk in when we heard the music.
So, me and the looney are standing outside, when all we hear is:

"I feel it in my fingers, I feel it in my toes..."

I very was fucking apopletic with rage, but there was nothing I could do about it.
I got married to the strains of Wet fucking Wet fucking Wet, singing the theme from Fucking Four Weddings and a Cunting Funeral.

Should've know that the marriage was doomed from then on.
(buggerlugs fold staple mutilate, Sat 30 Jan 2010, 16:46, 2 replies)

Did you not get any say over it?
Or did the missus decide that?
( Mrs Entity is in hiding., Sat 30 Jan 2010, 18:08, closed)

nah
it was the default song of the registry office i think :(
(buggerlugs fold staple mutilate, Mon 1 Feb 2010, 15:23, closed)