Camila paid tribute to the most intimate and authentic wedding of our time by wearing a Kuntrashian-approved diamond headband and she also wore the JcPenney lace overlay tablecloth my abuelita had on her dresser under the Jesus hugging a crucifix porcelain statue she got at Pic ‘N’ Save. Sadly, the Texas T-Rex didn’t wear a sleeveless tuxedo t-shirt, but he did make me bliss the fuck out by giving this statement. We know WHO smoked that bouquet up after the ceremony.
“We decided to embrace the ritual of marriage as an opportunity and adventure we’ll take together.”
Translation: “I’M BAKED, MAN.”
I wish I was baked too, because that might make it easier for me to deal with that L.A. Looks gel in his hair and that picture that makes him look like Fire Marshall Bill after getting a graft from a dehydrated apricot. But I do love the tender “I’m going to poke at you to see if you’re real-life or a figment of my shroom-induced hallucination” pose.