In the Western District of Victoria at the seaside village of Port Fairy. I was looking out the window one sunny Saturday afternoon and three Rolls Royces with white ribbons a couple of Mercedes and a whole lot of other cars all pulled up and parked anywhere. Couldn't even see the road for cars, blokes in suits, bouquets, panic and tears. In the middle of all the fun was big Roly, the fat Labrador. The best man carried him in getting his suit all hairy ..."Bloody dog’s swallowed the bloody ring"
Well we’ve got the drugs for these occasions to cause vomiting and it was me who picked through the vomitus on the front lawn until I found a glint of gold. Groom rubbed it on his top pocket pink hanky, jumped back into the car and they all zoomed off. Isn't it supposed to be the bride who's late? Still don't know who they were. Wonder if it got a wash before it went on the soft and delicate finger. Wonder if she even knew. 

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