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Yikes.
I once went to a wedding (girlfriends family) at a tiny church next to a steel yard in Pontiac, MI. Their was no organist, just a gal playing cassette tapes on a boom box. The wedding reception was in the basement of an old VFW hall in an industrial area. When it came time for the bride and groom to have their first dance, he was no where to be found. Thats because he was out in his car with his father and myself smoking a joint. Pure class baby.....
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