I was taking a piss in a public restromm, my friend came next to me and took a piss in the next urinal and i glanced over and looked at his penis and I busted out laughing, he had a 3inch baby dick. He use to brag that chicks love him and black men envy him. Hahahahaha. His new nickname is baby pee pee.

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I was in the World of Clothing with my daughters and my husband and went to the restroom. Both the men and women’s restrooms were side by side. I walked into the men’s restroom by mistake. All the men were standing with their backs to me, of course, and I did not want to bolt for the door, so thought I would walk into the one stall there and wait until they all were gone. Unfortunately, the stall was locked, so there I was. I had to turn around and walk back out the way I came in. The men did not say a word, but I guess they thought women’s liberation had gone a little too far. When I came out, my husband said, "I wondered why you went into the men’s restroom," just as if it was normal! Then I busted out laughing!

I never heard that one before and laughed out loud before I thought about it, shouldn’t encourage a married couple to fuss, especially with a wife like that.

The bridesmaids wore Gone With the Wind hoop skirts in lavender complete with excessive ruffles and very large hats. Instead of bouquets, they carried lacy umbrellas to protect their fair skin from the harsh Virginia sun.

Now you must understand that the bride and the groom were both very obese, but that didn’t influence their attire at all. The groom wore white from top to toe with the exception of a pink bow tie and the biggest pink cummerbund I’ve ever seen. The bride wore a huge hoop skirt just as her bridesmaids, except hers was beaded and ruffled and flowered. She also wore a huge hat.

Now the ceremony was fairly ordinary until the groom picked up his guitar. The couple moved to a stand microphone, the groom strummed the guitar, and they began to sing to one another. They sang the Paul and Paula song as they gazed into one another’s eyes, except they substituted their own names as they sang: "Hey Homer. I want to marry you." "Hey, Verna, I want to marry you too." and so on. At the end of the song, they were pronounced husband and wife.

My husband had started chuckling when the groom came out. As the ceremony progressed, his little chuckles made me start laughing, the silent kind of laughing that makes your shoulders jump up and down and your stomach hurt. By the time the singing started, i was in so much pain that I didn’t know if I’d be able to make it without bursting into big guffaws. I was holding my hand tightly over my mouth.

As soon as the ceremony was over, we literally ran to the car and laughed until we were almost sick. Then we composed ourselves and walked back to the reception.

After a few drinks on empty stomachs and catching some amusing conversations in the overcrowded lounge, we were finally seated in the middle of the huge dining room on risen platform with about 8 tables and brass rails along the edges.

All the wait persons were extremely busy and again we were waiting, but this time recalling some funny incidents and making fun of our predicament, we started to laugh…….which escalated into real bend over, tear flowing, belly hurting , hyena shrieks.

We could not stop. There had to be at least 70 tables in there, all full, waiters scurrying around like bees, and us in the center on a raised platform. EVERYBODY was looking at us with nothing less than scorn – which made us laugh even harder with our embarrassment. I am laughing now recalling this.

The meal was excellent, by the way, when we finally ordered and we seen the sighs of relief from the staff when we were leaving. HAHAHAHA