Today's date was supposed to be perfect. You had it all planned out: sunset picnic in the park, champagne toasts, and a three-course meal at that quaint little Italian place downtown. But then you walked into the reception and she was wearing a tiara made of twigs and leaves. You're not sure what's more unsettling - the fact that she's a direct descendant of the Bride of Frankenstein or the fact that the DJ is playing "I'm a Little Teapot" on repeat.
You tried to play it cool, but it's clear you're stuck in this never-ending nightmare. The bride's "zilla" personality is taking over and you're just trying not to get devoured.
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