The wedding blow-up was heavenly, wasn't it? So much fuckery of the intentional and unintentional variety made up for the fact that someone decided to break up all the soapy action, not just with commercials, but also with Cameron not stripping and Abiwail sticking her nose all up in sphincters it doesn't belong in. Know what, though? The wedding cake was so good that I was more than willing to eat around the hair.
