Cheri’s Mom: SHUUUUT UUUUUUPPPPP!!!!!!
Joe and I were making eye contact and trying to keep a straight face. And just when we didn’t think things could get any worse, Dave’s three-year-old son sat down at the pastor’s feet and started rocking back and forth, forward and back, until his little butt was pointed straight in the air on the backward rock. After the second or third time, a large BRRRRAAAAAAPPPPP! Exited from this wee child’s bottom! The likes of which I haven’t heard since a college frat party! This, of course, sent the other two boys into absolute paroxysms of giggles. Joe and I could take no more, and we both fell to the floor in our own fits of laughter.
Imagine, if you will, a church sanctuary filled with this insanity. The matrons of honor wearing the same dress, except one of them is laid out on the floor, howling with laughter. The pastor with the three perfectly spaced, nipple-like moles on his forehead. The snoring, freaky-eyed Hans Klopek brother in the back row. The raspy, shrieking mother (“SHUUUUTTT UPPPPPP!!!!”) with the three breasts and a finger growing out of her butt. The farting child. The best man collapsed on the floor with tears of laughter streaming down his face. And all the while Dave and Cheri are unfettered by the hysteria around them. Now, THAT is love for ya.
I wish I could remember what we bought them for a wedding present.
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