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*readies to throw her wedding bouquet*

... *just raises eyebrow*

...

*also raises eyebrow*

... *folds arms in front of his body and stares*

What?

What in the world are you doing on *livejournal*?

What, you'd prefer me to be on myspace?

I'd prefer you not to be online at all, actually, Dad.

And you show up here, at the throwing of a bouquet?

You're the right one to talk, you've used this computer for your research more than once.

And for the record, I was just randomly passing by.

Sure, you were, Dad. Sure you were.

Don't you 'sure' me. Why are you here anyway?

I am here because I am meeting someone.

Oh really. And who might that be.

A friend, Dad. No one you know. *looks arounds* She doesn't seem to be here anyways.

Congratulations. Now that's what I call a fixed appointment.

Yeah, well, you know what, Dad, when's the last time you had an 'appointment' with a woman?

Um, guys...could you please talk somewhere that I'm not trying to throw my flowers?

Yeah, I'm sorry. Have fun.

Sure thing. Sorry, Miss.

Gee, I don't know Shawn. When did you have your last screaming fit and complained your ass off?

*drags Henry a few feet away*

When I was five and you took away my bike.

*stands a far, far way back, simply interested to see who catches it*

*jumps up and down and readies himself near the front*

*looks back and laughs*

Is it a binding contract?

Do you want to get married, and I always thought it was women who scrambled for it.

... I think... Maybe... Yes. *nods* Yes. I do want to get married.

*stays the hell away from the bouquet but cheers Rose on in support*