| Date: 2005-06-12 7:01 p.m. My brother’s wedding and wedding reception was the most fun I’ve had in a very long time, and I didn’t drink at all either. Everyone kept coming up to me and saying stuff like “God Casey, you’re so hot. I wanna do you right now.” to which I would reply “I know, I know, sometimes I think the same thing when I look in the mirror, but unfortunately I don’t feel like having teh sex right now. The good news is you can go ahead and go down on me if you’d like” Kidding. But I got loads and loads of compliments that I didn’t know what to do with. My brother got married to one of the coolest girls ever. I was actually going to give a short speech if my brother’s wife’s brother would have done one, but he didn’t so I decided not to. This is what I had in my head as a good speech:“Well my Dad said everything I would’ve said if I were actually a nice guy. Anyway, I didn’t write a sappy speech, so instead I’m going to sing a song by Celine Dion. Just kidding, that would probably make multiple ears explode simultaneously. I wanted to comment on how much I love Nanci. When I hear the name “Nanci” the word that immediately comes to mind is “awesomeness”. Nanci is one of those people that won’t belittle you for cooking eggs wrong while I was drunk at 2 o’clock in the morning. She’s one of those people that are very happy and willing to help another person out. I figured that it’s impossible to not like Nanci. And my brother’s a pretty good guy too: Probably at least 20% of people like my brother. They make a great couple and I know they will have great children one day. That’s why I was so excited when they told me they planned on having 10 or more children (lie). Anyways, I wish the best of luck to you guys and I’ll now eat the microphone as my final magic trick”Some pictures of me in a tux if/when I get them. |
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