This is the bestest gay wedding thread ever!

Certainly the longest and most viewed!  Hell, we're over 300 comments and well over 40,000 views.  I'm a little proud of that.  I mean, we're not the "TOSS UP" thread or even the "Presidential Elections" thread, but we're still goin' strong!

This thread is going strong. hadn't paid much attention to it, but decided to try and catch up (only on page 32 right now)

Post of the week candidate!

I'm funny even whilst in the UK...

Hopefully, the Scots will also get my sense of humor when the show debuts tomorrow...

This thread is going strong. hadn't paid much attention to it, but decided to try and catch up (only on page 32 right now)

C'mon Derek, you can make it!!!!

My threesome was going to consist of either my best friend, his wife, and myself - or possibly me and my best friend's wife while he watched.  I didn't ask; I just got the hell out of the situation.  The situation: wife, in an outfit straight out of The Hellfire Club, plops herself into my rapidly-expanding lap with an unmistakable look in her green eyes, while husband looks on, licking his lips (I KID YOU NOT) and says "Whaddaya think?"

  Like I wrote, that's no way to lose one's virginity.  You gotta walk before you can run.  Now, I was mighty hot for my best friend's wife (I'd known her since I was four; I was the one that set the two of them up after being rejected by her) and if my best friend hadn't been there, I might be telling a different tale.  They were adventuresome.  That's the only way I, in my naivete, knew what was about to go down.  If it'd just be me and she, with or without his knowledge/approval, I would have probably done it.  And regretted it.

In fact, that sums up most of my sexual encounters.  I either did it, or I didn't do it because I knew I'd regret it later.  As a resultmy regrets are more that I didn't than that I did.  I have a pretty good track record considering I'm a big fat fatty fat-fat.  I mean, *I* wouldn't do me (other than in the sense that I already do.  Why am I telling you this?  Did I start drinking?).

Al Cook, posting from inside my brain wrote: I hate piercings, period. Straight, gay, man or woman, they all just look dumb. And that's the best thing I can say about them. Even earrings have started to look 'wrong' to me. I'll never understand the "I'm going pierce my flesh and stick bits of metal in it and tell myself it's beautiful" attitude. But then, I don't understand tattoos or lipstick, either.

Precisely.  I don't go for tans either.  Basically I want to marry a nice girl from a sixties Hammer vampire movie (post-vampirism).

Kevin:

Are you still friends with that guy?  Because that is fucked up!  What goes on in Indiana?

Indiana's just like anywhere else, but with more stretch marks.

We drifted apart when I moved up north, but I'd still consider him a friend.  Hey, he offered me his wife!  If that ain't friendship...

They ended up getting divorced.  When it all fell apart I sorta needed to choose my friend over his wife.  Not that she wasn't my friend too, but he needed support more than she did.  So I haven't spoken much to her in fifteen years, and him not much more than that since I've been up north for eleven years now.

They ended up getting divorced. 

So she's single and you know she's kinky . . . .