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Good idea. But first, he can't be the best man.
- Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily - Row, row, row your boat
You know, Dad, I wouldn't mind him moving next door to me.
- Here's some cake. - Thank you.
Well, I didn't know. I mean, well, he's a stranger.
This wedding will take place over my dead body.
He needs my support.
If you don't stop your shaking, you'll wear that suit out from the inside.
Oh, no, no, Fred. I'd be proud to be your best man.
Oh, I can believe it. I must have put on over 5 pounds since those days.
Well, for one thing, you're wearing my robe.
Mrs. Osgood from the church called, said that under the circumstances
Sarah Johnson told me her mother wouldn't let me play with her anymore.
- What are you so nervous about? - The wedding.
Yeah, Fred and I were just reminiscing about how we met in the hospital.
That is the American way.
They gotta be kidding me.
Hey, Marion, you're cooking.
Marion, you don't want us to go to the wedding, do you?
Wait a minute.
Are you planning to live around here?
Oh, she's just some nurse.
This wedding has caused us nothing but trouble. And why?
- Oh, Daddy. - Don't "Daddy" me.
I caught him prowling the neighbourhood.
What about what?
Oh, good. Well, that gives me an excuse
Hey, I didn't mean anything by it, you know.
Mr. Davis, please sit down.
Yeah, well, she was giving us sun therapy.
but next time, it won't be.