As you walk down the aisle, you notice Orlando's exhaustion. You hurry down the aisle, taking Orlando's hands as the priest begins to speak. Orlando smiles, then, a (FLYING EGG SANDWICH?!) hawk, darts forward and crashes into the cake, the entire thing falling on you and Orlie. You two stand still, stunned and in shock. And, better yet, the hawk had left a nice gift. Well, if you consider a bloody dead rat nice. Orlando whispers; "It's just a coincidence.. Bad luck isn't real."
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