Do you, Kelda, take Burt to be your lawfully wedded husband?” Marty, Burt’s best friend, asked.
“I plan to love you until my va-jay-jay clunks out and the Viagra don’t work for you no more,” Kelda replied. “Even then, I’ll probably still love you as long as you keep rubbing my feet.”
“I guess that means I do,” Marty grumped. “You should really stick with the script, Kelda.”
“My wedding, my rules, you old coot. Now hurry up.”
“Do you, Burt, take Kelda to be your lawfully wedded wife?”
“I love you Kelda, even when you make me dress up in those damn cat shirts, live with your devil cats, and make me drink decaf coffee. I’ll rub your feet, even with all the bunions, and I promise to always find illegal Viagra on the internet until your va-jay-jay quits working.