It was the summer day of the wedding for my cousin. After enduring the extensive marriage ceremony as a ring bearer, I was enjoying myself at the reception. Suddenly, the groom’s best man approached me, drunk out of his mind. He, dazed, believed that I had to pee the entire ceremony and praised me extensively for holding it in. I was called a “tank,” “pro,” “boss,” and various other names until I told him I did*’t have to pee. He called me a liar, spun in a circle, and strutted to the dance floor in an alcohol-frenzy. Funniest. Thing. Ever.
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