In which the Whuppie looks to the Tate for inspiration.

[cometospain]

Since it seems like Compendium law:

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[off_the_hookah]

GEORGIA!

MARRY ME!

[cometospain]

Only if you wear that dashing kilt that I saw you wear in those photos from the SAG Awards. I appreciate a man who can wear a sporran with relish.

[off_the_hookah]

With relish and mustard.

I'd be honored to walk down the aisle with you in my family tartan. When should we have it? In Spring, under the cherry blossoms?

[cometospain]

It has to be either the spring or the fall, dear Neil, for we can't have certain things roasting in the summer heat nor the danger of my hip being broken by walking down the aisle. (My dear friend Martha had renewed her vows a few years ago around Valentine's Day and she did that; absolutely heinous.) We'll have to see what matches with our bridesmaid's dresses!

[givinggifts]

...you have just made my day. Thank you.

[cometospain]

You're welcome, my dear. (Although, if it's in terms my tastefully naked shoulders making your day, I suppose you're doubly welcome but altogether too kind.)

[hatesbears]

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA CHRIST YOU'RE FUCKING OLD AND BORING BUT A FUCKING PLUS.

[cometospain]

You forgot mention of my saggy tits in your backhanded compliment, dear.

[greatintights]

dude.

[cometospain]

Ranch.

[whynded]