At first I thought "Wow, Riker's gone downhill." And then I thought "Wow, Troi's gone waaaaay downhill." And then I thought "Hell, Elvis actually looks pretty good!"
This is one of those "wacky" pictures that wedding photographers love to have people do because it subtracts from the boredom of trying to make geriatric aunts look vaguely human. Either that or this dude is the Prince of the Mole Kingdom. I've got even odds.
Well, this is nice. We've got a whole damned bulldozer just for us! Most days, there's like ten or eleven people in the scoop of the bulldozer!
Like seriously, dude might just as well be wearing a T-shirt that says "I am marrying you for your enormous, perfect tits." That's barely even a dress. It's like a pair of pasties with a train attached. I can only imagine the fitting for that thing. Actually, I imagine it a lot. Like three or four times a day.
Private Jerry Lerkins returns home from the war on Planet Hambeast with a captured Hambeast woman as spoils of war to be his bride, as per the Interplanetary Combat Code. Wait... we lost that war! Oh, God!
