Last year, I married a couple in Mexico. The bride was 28 and the groom was 32. Unlike most of their peers, these two had "saved themselves" for marriage.

When I arrived at the site, I went into the bride's room and asked her for the license. She turned pale as she told me that they had forgotten to get a license. I told her not to worry, that we could get one Monday morning and repeat brief vows then.

I started the ceremony. When I came to the part where each of them was supposed to present a rose to the other's mother, the bride whispered to the groom, "You were supposed to bring the roses!" The groom responded, "I thought you were getting them!"

"Moving right along," I continued, "Do you have a ring for your bride?" The groom stared at me mutely. While the mother of the bride ran down the aisle to retrieve the rings from the bride's dressing room, I did my stand-up routine.

At the end of the ceremony, the bride and groom wanted all the guests to toss a stone into the ocean with a prayer for their future happiness. I quipped, "I don't guess anyone brought stones?" Noooooo.

So I finally pronounced them husband and wife, but I couldn't resist one last dig. I turned to the groom, with my finger pointed sternly in his face and said, "Since you have no license, the marriage isn't legal yet, so there'll be no honeymoon!" I thought he was going to cry!