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Didn't the Beatles write a song about this...something something on the hill, or, why are there two thousand four inch divots in that hill over there?

Courtesy of the fabulous Rex. L. Camino, this story kinda rolled out in front of me, and I couldn't resist.


What were the final words of the wedding ceremony - 'you may now roll down your bride'?

The groom claims to have no remorse, but I bet he hasn't met his mother-in-law yet..that's going to an uphill relationship. I do hope his mom is grateful, but I'm guessing she's giving up on grand-kids.

I'm thinking that our state legislature should ban this type of union here in Nashville...we got way too many hills to tempt our young men who can't handle conventional dating.

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