The other day, my roommate and I were meeting some people for dinner at a restaurant downtown. It turned out these friends were going to be late (thank you, Green line), so we decided to cross the street and hang out in a park until they arrived.
While roaming around the park, we saw a wedding party taking pictures.
I should've . . . walked through the wedding party and said really obnoxious things like "That wedding dress makes you look fat" or "The bridesmaid's dresses look like birth control pills" or "You know your husband slept with my sister last night, right? Yeah. She's got herpes. Have fun with that."
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