P is for Proposal
“I do.”
“I do, what?”
“I do.”
“Justin, what the fuck are you doing?”
“Practicing.”
“Practicing what? He asks with trepidation.”
“Practicing my response for the wedding ceremony.”
“So you’re getting married; congratulations. Who’s the lucky guy?”
“You, you moron.”
“I was unaware that I had proposed.”
“You did! Of course it was about ten years ago.”
“Of course it was. I do recall the incident but I also recall that while my
proposal was accepted, said proposee went off to New York to find fame and
fortune.”
“Proposee? Is that even a word? And I did find fame and fortune…”
“More or less.”
“Stop interrupting. I found enough of it and I came back. And I’ve been back for
a while, so I figured it was time that I practise for the wedding.”
“I see. What makes you think that a ten year old proposal is still valid? Maybe
I’ve changed my mind.”
“Have you?”
“Hmm. Let’s find out. Ask me.”
“Excuse me?”
“Ask me.”
“Ask you what?”
“Now who’s the moron?”
“Ohhh. Brian Kinney, would you do me the great honor of marrying me?”
“I’m not sure.”
“What?!”
“Do you promise not to run off to New York or Paris or Milan without me?”
“I promise.”
“Then yes, I will marry you!”
“Yee Haw!”
“I do.”
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