Replying to:SillyWizard01but
it was my wedding day, it was our wedding day
We were getting ready, and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky
No clouds allowed in the sky
Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin-
Thunder!!
You telling this story, or am I?
I’m sorry, mi vida, go on
Bruno says, “It looks like rain”
Why did he tell us?
In doing so, he floods my brain
Abuela, get the umbrellas
Married in a hurricane
What a joyous day… but anyway
We don’t talk about Bruno, no, no, no!
We don’t talk about Bruno!
Hey! Grew to live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling
I could always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling
I associate him with the sound of falling sand, ch-ch-ch
It’s a heavy lift, with a gift so humbling
Always left Abuela and the family fumbling
Grappling with prophecies they couldn’t understand
Do you understand?
A seven foot frame, rats along his back, when he calls your name it all fades to black, yeah he sees your dreams, feasts on your screams. We don’t talk about Bruno no no no, we don’t talk about Bruno.
We Don’t talk about Bruno no no no no, we don’t talk about bruno
but
it was my wedding day, it was our wedding day
I haven’t actually seen it so I don’t know any more lyrics
ez i WIN
We were getting ready, and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky
No clouds allowed in the sky
Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin-
Thunder!!
You telling this story, or am I?
I’m sorry, mi vida, go on
Bruno says, “It looks like rain”
Why did he tell us?
In doing so, he floods my brain
Abuela, get the umbrellas
Married in a hurricane
What a joyous day… but anyway
We don’t talk about Bruno, no, no, no!
We don’t talk about Bruno!
Hey! Grew to live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling
I could always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling
I associate him with the sound of falling sand, ch-ch-ch
It’s a heavy lift, with a gift so humbling
Always left Abuela and the family fumbling
Grappling with prophecies they couldn’t understand
Do you understand?
I win
A seven foot frame, rats along his back, when he calls your name it all fades to black, yeah he sees your dreams, feasts on your screams. We don’t talk about Bruno no no no, we don’t talk about Bruno.
I’m going to kill you and then beat the fuck out of you forever in whatever form of afterlife there is
My little sister plays that fucking song too much
You’ll pay for her crimes
oh my god
this is the funniest thing ive ever read
I will send purple aki on u
SNPD GET ON THE GROUND