At first I saw the red hair and thought, "Hey cool, apostropher has posted his wedding photos!"

Anyway, you reminded me of some Tribe Called Quest lyrics (from "Electric Relaxation"):

Let me hit it from the back, girl I won't catch a hernia
Bust off on your couch, now you got Seaman's Furniture

(Seaman's furniture is a big furniture store chain in the northeast)

Good lord.

I don't think she has enough pictures of herself.

Man, that is some treasure chest! It looks like she’s got some nice pirate booty too.
The look on the bridesmaid’s face sums it up. I’m embarrassed for you too, hon. There are two things that stood out to me in the cacophony of tackiness here. First, that guy’s head is probably as smooth as a cannonball underneath the bandana. At least I hope so, because that hair is just awful. Second, the blue parrot really crosses the thin line of bad taste for me. It contrasts with the whole red theme, people!
It’s my guess that the warm fuzzy feeling of a romantic pirate-themed wedding that occurred over a few too many groggy pints of mead, probably dissolved into the stabbing pains from the saber of regret about 2.2 seconds after swabbing the poop deck. The pillow talk that night was probably pretty interesting. “Prepare to be boarded baby. It’s time to blow me down!”

Is that Dick "Poop Deck" Cheney officiating?

http://www.onenet.net/~cbryan/sos/tbs/%5B002249%5D020.jpg

"Aaaarrr! It's time to run you through, me hardy!"

(I think my favorite pix are the ones where about 2/3 of the party are in pirate drag and the rest are dressed "Wal-Mart" casually. How does one phrase "pirate drag required" on the invitation?)