The closest I’ve ever come to an actual Bridezilla was several years ago at a wedding in Okla-fucking-homa. Not only was the wedding she planned conveniently in mid-December, but alcohol was strictly prohibited. That doesn’t seem like a huge deal, right? We’ve all dealt with cold weather and sneaking alcohol into a venue before, it’s totally not the end of the world.
Except for that this time, it was.
In a move that would leave both Sherlock Holmes and Inspector Gadget awestruck, this particular bride sniffed out our hidden stash of flasks hidden in the ceiling and poured them out. This still wouldn’t have been the end of the world had the flasks not been filled with Pappy 15-Year.
I swear to god if I had a white glove and a set of dueling pistols I would have slapped her in the face and challenged her to the death. Why am I telling you this? Because the below Bridezilla makes the Pappy Prowler from above seem like a saint.