Personally, I cry when I stomp a spider. Now, I do it anyway – they’re nasty little critters. An arachnid the size of my fist once jumped from the ceiling to my pillow at 6 AM, with a THUD that woke me up from a sound sleep – I made a noise not heard since the last sabretooth grabbed a hapless cave dweller.
But I digress. Throw rice at a wedding, and birds eat it and explode (apparently – as teenagers my brothers tried this for weeks, to no avail). Throw birdseed and you’re liable to get covered in bird poop.
But no one’s found anything wrong with wedding bubbles yet. Get your guests puffing away at bubbles after your ceremony and the worst that’ll happen is they’ll all hyperventilate. Keep an ambulance standing by.
May 17th, 2012
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