Just like that picutre on the intraweb...
Many, many years ago, I proposed to my girl, and she said yes. As I was raised in a Christian home, I wanted to be married in a church, and she was okay with that. Our local vicar was happy to marry us; and as he had just been ordained, this was to be his first time It was also his first time giving the required 'marriage lessons', where he would tell us about God's view on marriage, being unfaithful, etc.
As he was preaching to us in the comfort of our home, he was getting very much into it, and Mrs w4 and I, after a log day's work, were both a bit tired, and when the dog came into the lounge, plopped down at our feet, and started gnawing away happily at his bone, it took us a moment to realise the good vicar had stopped his diatribe mid-sentence. His face was turning a brilliant shade of red, and he flustered "Ah, I think we've had enough for tonight. I'll call you later for our next, uh, visit." And with that, we stood up to walk him to the door. We then noticed that the dog had not been chewing on his bone, but rather he had scavanged a rather large pink rampant rabbit. My wife and I looked at each other in shock, our hearts completely stopped, and the vicar stood still. The house filled with a horrible silence.
The silence was broken by a churning, buzzing sound coming from the dog's new toy.


The vicar performed the wedding ceremony a few months later, and the episode was never spoken of again. We haven't set foot in church since.
(w4I4q1O1 was hard at work on, Tue 2 Dec 2008, 17:37, 2 replies)

ah you might like this

( spimf ™ is whoever you want him to be, Tue 2 Dec 2008, 20:20, closed)

That is wrong on the same level
as the "Santa fucking a baby polar bear" vibrator an ex bought me once.

I would't go near the freakish thing.
( flirting with badgers What? It sounded good at the time., Wed 3 Dec 2008, 2:17, closed)