In name of the fahter, son, and the holy mook, I now prescribe you can and jipe. May you always moon each other for the rest of yer harried life and love, blemish and have to hold (the derriere) till bad breath do yer apart. If any horse present should think this couple should not neigh then gargle now or forever hold my piece. Oi, fella, you may now…damn…yer should’ve waited now!!