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When the govment don’t recognize your cousinly love so you take your raised chariot into your buddy Nash’s flooded trailer park - because the govment can’t tell you want to do in internashnal waters.
My big fat redneck wedding: all in the family
Frodo and Sam about to destroy the ring(s)
You either say “I do”, or take 3 steps backwards.
John and Marsha had discerning tastes in mud puddles.
I love you, Cousin
Family affair
Now git r done
Redneck Wedding
A monster of a wedding.
I now pronounce you to have the highest lifted truck in the county, as per tradition you may marry my daughter. Give her he’ll son.
…because of the implication.