They Threw Chickens…
Have you seen it? Have you landed on it by accident, or seen the series title as you’re trolling the channels with your Tivo remote and flipped to it just out of curiosity? Have you laughed your ass off at some of the images, like Gail and John, where he proposed by writing “Will you marry me” on the street with that fine, delicate writing instrument, his urine stream? Or at Tammy and Brad, who coordinated their wedding attire with finely chosen camouflage? Have you listened to the comments of host Tom Arnold, whose quips almost work but not always, but who doesn’t appear to care because he looks (and sounds) like he contributed heavily to the string of beer cans that run out behind the wedding <cough> limo.
Well, if you haven’t, or if you have no idea what I’m talking about, then you clearly haven’t seen My Big Redneck Wedding. I kid you not. CMT(Country Music Television) has jumped feet first the reality TV show fray with both great big bare feet. They have scoured the land to find the redneck-iest couples about to get hitched and have presented them to us, the viewing public, for our amusement.
Some highlights:
- The groomsmen (and doubtlessly others) shooting off their shotguns at the end of the night of Brad and Tammy’s wedding.
- The bridal party (Tammy and Brad) riding around on quads.
- Brad taking his groomsmen and other friends and relatives skeet shooting so they could have enough spent shotgun shells to “craft” the centerpieces for the reception tables.
- Gail panicking because she couldn’t find her teeth the morning of the wedding. (A close–I hope close–relative offered to lend Tammy hers.)
- John trying to write his own vows, running them by his grandmother, and fretting because he didn’t like his word choices and he didn’t have one of those word books, you know, a “clitoris” (his words, not mine).
Sad? To a degree, I suppose.
Stereotypical? Undoubtedly.
Funny? Oh my god. See it. See if you don’t laugh. I dare you.
BTW, the title of this entry comes from Gail and John’s wedding where, instead of releasing doves, they threw chickens into the air…
Gail and John (the bride and groom), getting ready for a spin on the mechanical bull.
The shotgun-shell centerpiece.
You really can’t make this stuff up…
