While I am hardly one to mock the hand that feeds me, I must admit a rather deep fondness for Wedinator – the witty website of wild wedding wackiness.

Entries run from the absurd, gross, and poorly spelled:

What happens when the hair on his back grows back?

to the techno-courante:

I hope the tweeters are aware enough of their surroundings not to fall in the pool.

to the deeply cautionary:

Note to self: Watch out for lurking chickens.

But I think my favorite of late is an invitation which will appeal to a certain beloved segment of my wedding clientele:

Destroy that sanctity gals!  And best of luck to you both.