If it was Costanza, the ceremony could have gone like...
Preacher - Do you, Ho Bag, take the short, stocky 'Can't Stand Ya' to be your trailer park husband?
BS - I still love Justin
JA - You know I always wanted to be an architect - Hey bitch, lick these envelopes
BS - This envelope tastes like a combo of Madonna's spit and Justin's juice.
JA - I'll be right back - I'm about to lose a contest cause I am not the master of my own domain...
If only she were to marry good old George.