"The plan is, you will walk down the isle after Beano, ok?" "Don't worry, i got this!" As the magnificent tune of Heat Waves fills the room, i know it is my time to shine. The show has started. I watch in disgust as they send out the infant with a basketful of weed, ready to throw to the eager crowd on her way down the isle. Beano didn't seem to mind, she happily made her was towards the horrors waiting beneath the archway. I take it upon myself to put on a show for the crowd, strutting my way down the isle. I glance towards the source of the mystical music. There, Whims is playing the piano with her butt cheeks?
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And Ellrk, wait is she twerking on the piano?! Until something that can only be seen in horror movies happens. Distracted, I trip. Face planting. I hear the crowd cackling in laughter, the loudest of all, Carter. As i try to hold myself together, desperately trying to hold in my tears. I position myself across from the best man/stripper, Jasmyn. Who appears to be wearing a weed suit. Quite flattering if you ask me.
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