Here comes the bride~ all dressed in.. err..

I admit i’ve thought about marriage a few times in my life, not about wanting to, but about what would happen if i did, will i have a big house? will my wife be as i expected? how will the wedding go? will my heart beat a billion times a second?(it cannot. if it does you will die of cardiac arrest, and therefore spoil the wedding) will i live my life the way i planned it out?

All of these things come into my mind, then it reminds me of a wedding my friend told me once, that these two couples were racers, and when they got married, they hopped into seperate cars and raced thru towards their dreams. In an odd way it is very sweet.

Then i thought about it, what kind of car would i drive for my wedding, maybe BMW, Mercedes, Ferrari(wah).. but definitely.. not THIS!

That my friends, is a forklift(in case you don’t know). Its your everyday tool for carrying crates, boxes, junk, and apparently your wife and future! because guess what is stumbled across after coming home from breakfast.

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yes, i checked the back to see if there
were cans on a string attached..

i wonder if it has good mileage..

I was shocked to see it, after my morning kolokmee with wantan soup, mmm… =) i went towards the car and while reversing i was like. =0! and i couldnt resist taking a picture of it. I wonder if the bride and groom were eating kolokmee in the same shop too.. hrmm..