Today I was a "Clergyman" at one of the most unusual weddings I have ever attended. 
It was ironic, since I don't even believe in clergymen. Linda was the "Pastor's wife." Balloons were everywhere. A bright purple, red, and pink tinfoil ball hung from the center of the ceiling.The best man was an ex-bodyguard whose appearance was scary.
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The bride came down the aisle escorted by a large African woman. And when I say large, I mean NBA-large.
After the wedding she let out a bloodcurdling whoop that nearly stopped my heart. Three Bob Jones University graduates sat together at one table. They were the only ones with sour looks when Allen, the maid of honor(a girl, don't ask me why she was called Allen) got up and said she had loved watching Suzzy and O'Neal grow in the L-d, being patient with her when she was up, and even patient with her when she was quote unquote "pissed off." Nobody laughed, so Linda and I just choked it back
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