When the govment don’t recognize your cousinly love so you take your raised chariot into your buddy Nash’s flooded trailer park - because the govment can’t tell you want to do in internashnal waters.

My big fat redneck wedding: all in the family

Frodo and Sam about to destroy the ring(s)

You either say “I do”, or take 3 steps backwards.

I love you, Cousin

John and Marsha had discerning tastes in mud puddles.

A monster of a wedding.

Redneck Wedding

Now git r done

Family affair

…because of the implication.

I now pronounce you to have the highest lifted truck in the county, as per tradition you may marry my daughter. Give her he’ll son.