The Last Bridal Show, Part II

Continuing where we left off...
Okay, time for the fashion show...

...but I'm too distracted by this thing across the runway from me.  WTF?

Despite being impaled in a freak accident over lunch at the Chinese restaurant, this model was determined to strut her stuff.

Even amateur entomologists should be able to identify the head, thorax, and abdominal regions of the queen.

The chopsticks were of course adjusted to maximize the poutiness.

This is the obvious choice if you're so busy planning your wedding you haven't yet had a chance to laser off the tat of your ex-boyfriend's name off your back.

The advantage here is that, after landing safely, it can serve to signal passing search and rescue aircraft.

Here's another case where you simply can't name one thing right about this dress.  Can you?  No, of course you can't.

Quick question about a veil this long: WHY?!

Sherri Shepherd wonders if the runway is flat.

Now with conveniently accessible ninja throwing star to decisively settle the inevitable spats that occur between bridesmaids at all the most memorable weddings.

"Look!  It's moving.  It's alive.  It's alive...  It's alive, it's moving, it's alive, it's alive, it's alive, it's alive, IT'S ALIVE!"


I realize the day is supposed to be all about the bride, but does it have to be at the expense of her poor mother?

Yeah, kid.  Most guys don't know what the hell we're doing here either.

This is to bridezilla what the face hugger was to the Alien that Ripley takes on.

Not even the bridesmaids were spared when the bachelorette party decided to paint the town red.

Continue to Part III