Howard Stern - Jenna Jameson

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Finally the big day had arrived.
All preparations had been completed: the date, invited guests, alerted the cooks, the seating design, the clothes they wear, the hairstylist and makeup artist laid off, and the floral decorations in the Church settled.
the mayor's wife went to the window and looked with concern that the snow in a single, sudden night, had weighed down the branches of trees.
Then he lowered his gaze to his feet and snapped with bare heels, the heels of his pair of cleavage, almost summer.
was time to go.
The mayor came in and called it just a slight nod and a smile so nervous, drafted under the cigar.
She stubbed out his cigarette and walked carelessly.
The clothes were worn, yes. Inappropriate, though.
Who would have expected, for a marriage to be celebrated on April 23, a snowfall and temperatures as those?
None.
All invited guests had bought full light colored neckties, silk and chiffon dresses with floral, chanel shoes and sandals with strings of delicate satin. Even the cooks were alerted
expected, the menu of wedding Salad of rosebuds and Triumphs of Shrimp Primavera by Botticelli. Some machines
slid on cobblestones of the old town, as having no chains. The defendants
hurried to the ceremony under umbrellas of luck, shivering in their light clothing.
Inside the church, everyone, young couples and those dated, fathers with daughters, grandmothers with their grandchildren, cousins, teenagers, the bridesmaids with the altar boys, and even the witnesses of the couple, seemed strangely moved .
actually embraced the cold to warm.
At the end of the celebration when the priest dismissed the onlookers, they poured into the fast cars, looking for shelter, like a swarm of colorful butterflies, captured by chance and by mistake, the first day of November.
the mayor's wife, down the steps of the churchyard, with a heel slipped on the thin watery mess of sleet. He almost fell and called out
the good Lord with a sacrament inappropriate occasion pouring all the frustration and unfulfilled expectations.
The Mayor smiled.
"Do not be nervous, honey," he said. It squeezed her hand towards the arm by his side.
The wife of the Mayor what he thought was lucky to have found a man to appease his every need.
The mayor thought that was lucky to have found a woman able to keep it always on tenterhooks.
The daughter of the Mayor and the Mayor's wife thought, fuck's sake, for her wedding day would just want a nice mild climate in spring rather than a spiteful late winter, however, that if his parents still loved each other, everything could be possible.
At that moment a ray of sun tore the leaden gray clouds, the tops of the mountains and the snow stopped falling.
the mayor's daughter turned and smiled beautifully and rattle a storm of white rice grains tapped her happiness.