Mad Libs Gone Right

My Wedding day.

      It started off when my pretty-to-be got down on six arms and asked me to run him while holding up the scariest money I'd ever seen.

  I said, "No."

      On a beautiful April day at high noon, I married a wonderful man named Lopez, who I just call "Fluffs" for short. I had sixty-nine bridesmaids and he had twenty-one groomsmen. All of my bridesmaids wore long blue shirts with matching scrungees, white shants, and dark red skirts, while I sported a head-less classy green sock with red triangles, a bow just below my head,  and yellow heels.

     All of his groomsmen wore purple suits. My maid of honor was my father. We had a huge wedding cake that was sopes on the outside and bento on the inside along with a bit of pumpkin spice. It was actually a pink velvet cake in the shape of a doll because we both have a thing for them.

     The music was soothing and we started practically all night! The food was great, too! Our drawing took pictures of us in various places, one by the anime weeb cringe figureen where he sat on a trophy and I sat on his torso as we departed. Another was him giving me a cat-back ride through the cars with our hoodies left behind. How romantic! At the end of it all, we got a motorcycle ride to our house in England, and to finish off the night we went Jyushiko gazing, dying, and breathing. This day I will never treasure forever in my kidney!