If I could marry inanimate objects, these would be those lucky things:
Vanilla Stoli and Vernors
Champagne
Riding on a Harley
Short walks on the beach
Booze
Chili dogs
Mayo, only the real stuff!
Perfect margaritas with tons of olives
Alcohol
Speaking in a fake Southern accent
Jagerbombs
Beer
Food
Dancing up a storm
Pictures while tractor riding
Latin tattoos that say "I like pie"
Flowers, Lots of flowers
These things, I wouldn't marry, but they are interests of mine:
Manic Mondays
Keeping fish until they die
Toe jam
Doing handstands
Karaoke, you should hear my angelic voice
Dancing to the beat of my own drum
Smoking clove cigarettes at the bar
Making people take lots of pictures of me
Wearing panties that say "bon jour" or "bon appetit"
The BeeGees!
Captain Morgan, Jack Daniels, Jim Beam, and drunk people.
Anything I can shake my juicy booty to! Or old stuff, like The Carpenters.
Funny stuff. Scary stuff. Any movie will do.
Reality rocks!
I hate books.
People who ride Harleys. Fun! Oh, and alcoholics.