When I was younger I hated going to weddings.
It seemed that all of my aunts and the grandmotherly types used to come up to me, poke me in the ribs and cackle, telling me, 'YOU'RE NEXT'.
They stopped that shit after I started doing the same thing to them at funerals.

Kad sam bio mladji mrzeo sam da idem na vencanja.
Uvek bi se tu nasla neka baba da me zajebava i da mi govori kako sam ja SLEDECI na redu.
Onda sam pronasao resenje da mi vise ne dosadjuju. Kad bih iste te babe sretao na sahrani nekog od nasih rodjaka, ja bih im isto to govorio sto su one meni na nekom od vencanja. Sad me vise niko ne dira.