Wednesday, August 5, 2009
ExWife #33.5
Anastasia Tinkerbelle Feinsteingold would have been my 34th wife. She was smart, funny, charming, gracious, rich, compassionate and forgiving. All the things you want in a wife. The only problem is that this is a photo of her walking down the aisle at our wedding at the chapel of Love in Las Vegas. The drunk Elvis impersonator who was officiating saw her coming and refused to let me go through with it.
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I can't believe you let her get away. Slim, sexy and oh so fashion wise. I particularlly like the way the panty-hose cotton-crotch is exposed from under the snappy leotard.
ReplyDeleteIf the drunk Elvis hadn't stopped you....I would have!
For Christs sake Rick, were you drinking that week?
Yes, we weren't too sure that that WAS the cotton crotch.
ReplyDeleteIt's... how do you American's say? Really neat?