In which Xander continues with his ridiculous charade by marrying a hot babe. Come on Xander, give it up. Just who do you think you’re fooling anyway?
Xander and Anya are getting married and things start to go horribly and hilariously awry. Who could have predicted that besides everyone in the fucking world who knows what the hell I’m talking about. Xander, by the way, besides being a total chode and gaywad, is a big fat fuck.
Because the totally pokable bride, Onyah, used to be a demon, everyone that shows up from her side of the wedding has weirdo rubber masks. Man, I haven’t see this much latex since the BDSM convention I went to and I saw all those people in latex masks and suits twisting guys’ balls and stomping on their wieners. HI-OOOH!
You know it’s a fun wedding when the bridesmaid threatens to cut the groom’s father’s dick off. Unlike Carmela, who had to remonstrate Tony that she never threatened to cut his dick awf.
Xander is visited by the ghost of marriage future and his life is miserable and pathetic. Except for when he watches football and drinks beer on a recliner. Who gives a shit if your kids suck and your wife doesn’t love you? If you have TV and beer and a recliner, you have a sweet life.
Then the wedding is almost ruined but then it’s not. But then pussy Xander gets cold feet and says he can’t marry the imminently bonable Anya because he doesn’t want to hurt. So he calls off the wedding and devastates Anya, undoubtedly scarring her for life, causing her an everlasting pang of hurt feelings and remorse. The iron clad logic of soap operas strike again.
I’m not going to lie though, despite being baffled by the ending, I thought this was a pretty decent episode. The funny parts were generally amusing, the major plot point of a former cursed victim of Anya coming back for revenge made sense, and honestly, Xander acting like a stupid pussy isn’t really that off character for him. All the schmaltzy wedding crap I could have done without, but I can’t blame the show for playing to it’s daffy cunted core audience. Or maybe I’m just in a good mood because I took so many of these prescription pain killers recently. Not really going to think too hard on it either way.
Xander and Anya are getting married and things start to go horribly and hilariously awry. Who could have predicted that besides everyone in the fucking world who knows what the hell I’m talking about. Xander, by the way, besides being a total chode and gaywad, is a big fat fuck.
Because the totally pokable bride, Onyah, used to be a demon, everyone that shows up from her side of the wedding has weirdo rubber masks. Man, I haven’t see this much latex since the BDSM convention I went to and I saw all those people in latex masks and suits twisting guys’ balls and stomping on their wieners. HI-OOOH!
You know it’s a fun wedding when the bridesmaid threatens to cut the groom’s father’s dick off. Unlike Carmela, who had to remonstrate Tony that she never threatened to cut his dick awf.
Xander is visited by the ghost of marriage future and his life is miserable and pathetic. Except for when he watches football and drinks beer on a recliner. Who gives a shit if your kids suck and your wife doesn’t love you? If you have TV and beer and a recliner, you have a sweet life.
Then the wedding is almost ruined but then it’s not. But then pussy Xander gets cold feet and says he can’t marry the imminently bonable Anya because he doesn’t want to hurt. So he calls off the wedding and devastates Anya, undoubtedly scarring her for life, causing her an everlasting pang of hurt feelings and remorse. The iron clad logic of soap operas strike again.
I’m not going to lie though, despite being baffled by the ending, I thought this was a pretty decent episode. The funny parts were generally amusing, the major plot point of a former cursed victim of Anya coming back for revenge made sense, and honestly, Xander acting like a stupid pussy isn’t really that off character for him. All the schmaltzy wedding crap I could have done without, but I can’t blame the show for playing to it’s daffy cunted core audience. Or maybe I’m just in a good mood because I took so many of these prescription pain killers recently. Not really going to think too hard on it either way.
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