This is not about religion. It's about your idea of perpetual displeasure.
To begin with, mine is attending the worst wedding reception ever, where all of the guests are drunk, the food is a repugnant paste, the music is an endless loop of Chris de Burgh's 'Lady in Red', the bride and groom are hideous, and all of my ex-girlfriends have turned up with their current partners who are slightly more attractive than I am. My hairy-top-lipped grandmother won't stop kissing me, and I can't find the exits.
Birreh
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