It’s good to be the maid of honor.
(submitted by Jill)
Another uncomfortable Virgin Mary sighting…
Always a bridesmaid, never a bride.
Deodorant doctor’s discovery: A fingertip of Mum wherever perspiration is closely confined assures you that your feminine charm won’t go unmarried throughout the whole day
“See, it’s the only place on my body that took the tan.”
“I don’t think you CAN get herpes in your pits”
“Did you know that if my armpit is bigger than your face, you have cancer?”
Always a pit-smeller, never a bride.
Wow, they really were successful in your skin tag removal surgery
“Yup, I think you’re right, you’ve finally hit puberty! I can see the hairs starting to grow!”
“Yup, your antiperspirant is still working!”
Come in for a closer look..bridal fist pump baby!!
sadly, Elaine wasn’t so SURE on her wedding day.
I figured the least I could do after holding out so long was provide some armpit sex. I can still smell his soap.
Weird. I *can* tell what you had for dinner…salisbury steak…mashed potatoes…creamed corn.
“Wow, you’re right…it really does shave as close as a blade!”
No it’s not fear, perhaps the scent of desperation. I just can’t tell.
Mazel Tov This!
When Jessica was asked to be maid of honor, she had no idea just how privileged an individual she had become.
You think my husband stinks? Get a load of this!!!!!
“I wanted this day to be so special for Brian, I even payed the hairdresser an extra $50 to curl my pit hairs.”
“OMG he is SO lucky to have you.”
Wow, maybe your “borrowed” item should’ve been deodorant.
You’re right. You do stink so good…
Can you smell me now?
‘”When I told you to lick my armpit it wasn’t so much a request as an insult…”
Something old, something new, something borrowed, something Phew!
*lick-lick-lick … mmmmmm*
Bridezilla strikes again…this time with the elbow drop!
Ah, the smell of love is in the air. …oh. wait. It’s just you.
Ah, the smell of love is in the air.
As well as the smell of awkwardness.
I knew he’d lose the ring
Their secret-sister-handshake suddenly isn’t so cute anymore…
What would you do for a Klondike bar?
Another bridesmaid falls for the ol’ “smell-my-armpit-elbow-drop trick”
Are you “SURE” you want to get married?
Oh yea! I see it! It does sort of look like Wilford Brimley!
Something borrowed, something blue, something smelly, oh, it’s you!
Your elbow doesn’t look bionic, and who is Dusty Rhodes?
“Wow, you’re right. It IS getting bigger. Huh. Gross.”
Always a bridesmaid.
“Dumb bridesmaid comment number 14: I am sure the smell of lilac is coming from around here somewhere”
“Well…I see old, new, borrowed AND blue. Looks like you’re all covered.”
nothing says “class” better than shaved pits!!!
“Mmmmm…spicy and piquant with subtle, meaty notes of limberger and the buttery richness of a camembert. Perhaps a bit over-ripened though, I’m afraid.”
“No, it’s more of a greenish color. You’re still going to need to find something blue.”
Bride: I don’t still smell like Julio’s(the male stripper from the night before) man package do I?
Bridesmaid: Under your arm pit?!?!
Bride: Yea, it was an awkward night. Sniff now, I’ll tell you later.
ya missed a spot!!!
It’s not a tumor!!!!
Yep, I see it. You definitely got a third arm growing there.
Never ever let them see you sweat
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