Let's hear it for

Young, Jays are building his fireman's house.

Ellis, you're supposed to be my best friend?

How'd you let this happen?

Lett?

You're the one who put your fiance's sister in charge of your bachelorette party.

Hey, didn't have a choice. She's terrifying. Tell me about it.

Spoken to her many times, all of which left me feeling like the high school band geek

that just got a pity party invite from the prom queen.

Which is weird because I don't even play an instrument.

And in none of those conversations did you think to tell her I hate strip clubs,

sausage fest, or otherwise?

No, I was mad at you.

I'm your best friend.

Ensuring you have a fabulous send-off is supposed to be my job.

You hired someone else, so don't blame me when you end up hungover from

from cheap booze and covered in fake fireman sweat. Okay. I reappoint you, mistress of my

send-off. Let's go. Okay, well, we at least have to wait until everyone gets here. Then,

if you're really nice,

I'll try and persuade your psycho sister-in-law to let us go somewhere

we won't get syphilis from the toilet seat.

Speaking of, that Uber driver

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