The wedding was so quiet, not even the church mouse was stirring. Everyone knew the groom was mad as hell so they steered clear all day.
Why was the groom so angry?
Well, let me tell you:
It was common knowledge that Mike and Katrina were often playing gags on each other. It was tit for tat. Mike would play some joke on Katrina, then Katrina would pay him back with something bigger and badder.
It was Katrina’s turn to get Mike back. Apparently, she gave the tuxedo rental company clerk a hundred dollar bill to put some Arthritis ointment in his undershorts.
The ointment had dried in the shorts, so it took a while before Mikes perspiration activated it.
Everyone knew what she had done because Katrina had it typed in small print on the wedding programs.
While in front of the preacher, Mike was shifting uneasily from side to side, and after about 10 minutes his face began to turn red.
As he recited his vows, Katrina looked at him sheepishly, and when they were through and after they kissed, Mike burst out, “K, I’m going to get you!” And he chased her down the isle to the limo.
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