To truly begin their life together, they wanted to seal the deal with marriage, the whole shabang.
They wanted flowers, dancers, magicians and their mean old fathers who once called them gay before they realized they were in fact, gay.
They started to call anyone they could.
"Trish, ya wanna come?"
"When is it?"
"Tomorrow."
"Oh um I work tomorrow s-"
Trish was cut off. They had no time to waste on people who only just raised them from infancy.
Rowjob, marianara, diamond cash bags, and the whole gang were invited.
The theme of the wedding was sex, because sex sells Obama says.
They got Dick shaped everything. Chairs, napkins, even an ice sculpture that diamond cash bags couldn't stop eyeing up.
Every once in a while you could hear diamond cash bags say, "got dam dat sum gUD DIK SHAWTY." He wudnt gay doe.
Everything was going perfectly. Just as planned.
THE DAY OF!!!!!!!!!!
The whole chucky cheese was decorated in dick merch. Aisles were filling up and because Brian and Obama wouldn't admit to who the bottom was, they walked down the aisle together.
Stopping at the end, they shared a moment of silence before rowjob spoke.
"Listen, I got my license 5 mins ago on wikihow: with picture, so let's get this started."
They exchanged rings, both stolen from a married couple that they occasionally got together with, if you know what I mean.
Wink wink. Slurp slurp.
"Do you take this 44th president of the unite states of America to be your hubbie?"
"I do." Brian shrieked.
"And, Obama, do you take this lil sonic loving freak to be your man forever?"
"I do."
"You may kiss the furry."
After their sloppy kiss, the crowd cheered.
"I love ya, ur my hoe for lyfe."
"Luv u2 boo"
The night of Brian and obamas official wedding was magical. (; (; kinda gross, but magical to them. Not shaming anyone for having a sexual life, but that shit ain't sex. That's literal shit.
