The Queen & the Homo Jock King (At First Sight 2)

“That’s not a thing that’ll happen,” he said easily. “In fact, you can speak for up to a minute as my best man and that’s it. No embarrassing stories. No anecdotes. You tell everyone how much you love me, how awesome Vince is for making me happy, and you’re done.”

“Absolutely not,” I said. “I’ll go online and get ordained and then I’ll write something pretty about feelings and unicorns and stickers or whatever else love means these days. It will probably take at least an hour. I will use flowery language that will make everyone within a four-block radius cringe in glee.”

“My wedding is already ruined,” he groaned.

“Second,” I said, ignoring his protestations, “there will be a bachelor party and you do not get a say otherwise.”

“Nana already beat you on that one this morning.” He dug his phone out of his pocket. He clicked through the screen before handing me a text conversation.

There better be some dong

Nana JFC WTH?

I don’t know what any of that means. Speak normal, Paul

Jesus Fucking Christ What The Hell

Oh. Rude.

Dong?!?!?!?

Yes, Paul. Dong. There had better be dong.

WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT. I’M AT WORK

Stop yelling at me

Nana. What. Are. You. Talking. About.

Dong, Paul. At your bachelor party

Oh my god

Because there needs to be one

Oh my god

And I will be going to it

You texted me in the middle of the day about PENIS.

Yes. Yes, I did. JFC WTH =D

Nana

Yes, dear?

Are you asking me if there will be strippers

Not asking. Telling. There’s a difference Paul.

THERE WILL BE NO STRIPPERS

I found this link: www.tightbuns&bigguns.com

I’m not clicking that

Click it, Paul. You know you want to. Click it. Just a little