White People Hate weddings.

Weddings are about as painful a situation as a white person can be forced to get himself into. Not only does the dreaded wedding force whitey to whip out his wallet and shell out 6 weeks worth of Del Taco nacho money in order to buy some crappy gift that the couple registered for (and you know the bastards are going to return it and up using your hard earned Del Taco money to buy some useless crappy silk sheets that husband-to-be will end up staining with his pre-jack at least once or twice a year), but also the wedding forces the most uncomfortable of situations on whitey. Think about it, what happens when you put liquor and funky ass beats together in the same room? That’s right boys and girls, whitey is forced to dance. It usually starts with a harmless conga line that whitey gladly joins since it is socially acceptable to look like a fool in a conga line and at least you are not required to simultaneously move your hands and feet (whitey is a one trick pony). But alas, the conga line is only the beginning as it usually serves to give whitey confidence in his dance moves and after a few strawberry daiquiris whitey always seems to gain some liquid courage and inevitably ends up doing the “clap clap point double clap” or the “shake shake dip clap clap” on the dance floor until Barbara tells him its time to go home. Oh how pathetic it truly is. See for yourself after the jump.