Cold Feet
Max could not help but wonder what would happen if he were making a mistake. What if the marriage failed? Seeing that he was still deeply concerned and choosing to support Max instead of acting on her secret desire to save him from this huge mistake. Donna Tramp came up with a grand idea and quickly excused herself for a few minutes. She went back to the room where the other guests were in search of something. Everyone looked at her in anticipation of any news about what was going on. She explained in brief that everything was okay before dashing out again.
Upon arriving back Donna Tramp could see that Max was at the verge of tears. She handed Max his phone and they both understood that the best thing Max could do was to call Tony, the love of his life. Tony was the only one who could be of any help, by reassuring him of the love that they shared.
The Phone Call
When Max’s name lit up Tony’s phone, he knew right away that it had to be an urgent matter, as Max was never one to break the rules and call him after agreeing not to see each other nor speak before the wedding.
Upon answering, Max began with an apology before explaining about the doubts and fears that were loitering his mind. Tony on the other hand was baffled by what was happening. He thought the decision was made and moreover he wanted and needed this wedding to happen and he counted on it.
‘Two years is a long time to be with anyone to be unsure the night before the wedding don’t you think?’ Tony made a point of bringing that to Max’s attention. Then he reassured and relieved Max of his doubts by assuring him that he loved him and that he would do his best to keep him happy. He went ahead to explain that he was his perfect choice and he was lucky to have him as his husband.
After a few minutes, Max was feeling much better and thought it best to stop talking before Tony ran out of words that he would need to save for reciting his vows at the altar. Max felt like a little boy in love again. Donna Tramp had mixed emotions about saving the wedding, but she swore to herself she’d be a much better friend at the divorce.
They both rejoined the group and the pre-wedding follies when Max’s phone lit up with a text message. Max decided to ignore the text as he was busy with a champagne flute in hand waiting for Georgias Bush to fill it. He handed his annoying phone to ‘HillClit’ (their nickname for Hillary Clitoris) for safekeeping. However, the phone knew better than to keep silent. Max could see at a distance how his cell phone continued to blow-up and lit up all night like a Christmas tree, but Max decided it could wait until the morning.
The Morning of The Wedding
On the morning of the wedding, Max was all smiles perhaps a little high from the nights festivities but nonetheless he was seemingly happy, without a care. He was excited about being the center of attention on his wedding day and about this new step.
As expected, Max still curious about last night’s texts, he took his phone back from HillClit. As Max looked around the room, he noticed everyone getting dressed in drag knowing that the dress code was black-tie. Max was angry but decided to check his texts before throwing a bitch-fit. He saw the text from an unknown person and read every text that followed.
The texts all told a sordid story of betrayal that went back almost a year, attached were the pics and screenshots to prove the veracity of the texts. He began to shake wildly, face flush red and began to sweat profusely from the shock and disbelief.
He immediately recognized the unknown texter, as last night’s Mexican stripper, Donkeyboi Pepe. And, came to the frightful realization that last night’s stripper was more than familiar to his fiance than to him. His world stood still as he read further.
Max abruptly walked out on his friends yet again and went to the bathroom and in private read each message and studied every screenshot sent which also included naked selfies of Donkeyboi Pepe. By that point, having stripped a few hours ago it was unnecessary to see the (chimichanga) Tony was getting.
Max’s ego felt deflated as every word he read in those texts echoed loudly in his ears. The texts and the pictures felt like a knife thrust into his chest cavity which by then was an already open wound with the Xxx large knife of Donkeyboi’s penis being twisted back and forth mercilessly. Max could easily see the texts spanned from several months back to only a few days prior to today. Max realized that there was no way that he could doubt the legitimacy of the messages as little moments began to add up.
Tears were freely flowing from his eyes as he shuddered with each word. Unable to absorb it all, he threw his phone against the wall in anger and wept softly so the others wouldn’t hear. Fifteen minutes later, his friends became even more concerned and began knocking on the door.
Time for a Wedding
Max came out of the bathroom and sat on his bed to settle himself. He felt lost and uncertain about everything, but he wasn’t about to call the wedding off. He reassured the queens getting dressed in the next room that he was alright and exclaimed, ‘it’s time for a wedding!’
He stood up and, on his feet, and began to dress himself. He grabbed his working-but-cracked phone and walked out of the room determined to exit the hotel alone and armed with a plan. The sadness had subsided and now he could feel his blood boiling. He refined his plan deciding he would face the situation with his loyal sisters, they knew how to bring the house down if need be.
Keeping everything to himself for the moment, and not knowing what to say, afraid of breaking down in hysterics. He watched as they got dressed without an expression, no smile, no facade, no excitement, nothing whatsoever. Then as Max grabbed his keys and headed for the door he turned and said, ‘come dressed ready to bring the house down. I want you guys to serve it and make’em eat it!’
Everyone looked puzzled at Max’s request, if anything they were expecting a lecture for not following dress code demands. They looked at each other bewildered at Max’s somber mood and his odd words and request. Until, Melanoma screamed, ‘Oh damn!’ Then followed it by saying that she had just noticed a text from Donkeyboi Pepe. He copied her with the exact same things he sent Max about him and Tony ongoing ‘business’ affair. As she shared the information, they began to understand what Max was trying to say and what he wanted, and they were more than happy to oblige.
The Plan
Max knew he had nothing more to lose. The two years together were already behind him, and nothing he could do would erase those memories, nor could he ever get the monies spent on the wedding returned. And, what to do with the republican contingency waiting for an extravagant gay conservative wedding? He was visibly tormented by the thought of his and Tony’s friends and family that traveled from afar to gather for their wedding.
Max could not believe that Tony, the man whom he had wholeheartedly loved and devoted his whole life to, could throw such a devastating painful blow. He couldn’t stop thinking about Donkeyboi last text that said, ‘I wouldn’t marry him if I were you.’ Max thought it should have read, ‘I wouldn’t kill him if I were you.’ But Max decided on a better course of action to settle the score.
Max could not help but wonder what would happen if he were making a mistake. What if the marriage failed? Seeing that he was still deeply concerned and choosing to support Max instead of acting on her secret desire to save him from this huge mistake. Donna Tramp came up with a grand idea and quickly excused herself for a few minutes. She went back to the room where the other guests were in search of something. Everyone looked at her in anticipation of any news about what was going on. She explained in brief that everything was okay before dashing out again.
Upon arriving back Donna Tramp could see that Max was at the verge of tears. She handed Max his phone and they both understood that the best thing Max could do was to call Tony, the love of his life. Tony was the only one who could be of any help, by reassuring him of the love that they shared.
The Phone Call
When Max’s name lit up Tony’s phone, he knew right away that it had to be an urgent matter, as Max was never one to break the rules and call him after agreeing not to see each other nor speak before the wedding.
Upon answering, Max began with an apology before explaining about the doubts and fears that were loitering his mind. Tony on the other hand was baffled by what was happening. He thought the decision was made and moreover he wanted and needed this wedding to happen and he counted on it.
‘Two years is a long time to be with anyone to be unsure the night before the wedding don’t you think?’ Tony made a point of bringing that to Max’s attention. Then he reassured and relieved Max of his doubts by assuring him that he loved him and that he would do his best to keep him happy. He went ahead to explain that he was his perfect choice and he was lucky to have him as his husband.
After a few minutes, Max was feeling much better and thought it best to stop talking before Tony ran out of words that he would need to save for reciting his vows at the altar. Max felt like a little boy in love again. Donna Tramp had mixed emotions about saving the wedding, but she swore to herself she’d be a much better friend at the divorce.
They both rejoined the group and the pre-wedding follies when Max’s phone lit up with a text message. Max decided to ignore the text as he was busy with a champagne flute in hand waiting for Georgias Bush to fill it. He handed his annoying phone to ‘HillClit’ (their nickname for Hillary Clitoris) for safekeeping. However, the phone knew better than to keep silent. Max could see at a distance how his cell phone continued to blow-up and lit up all night like a Christmas tree, but Max decided it could wait until the morning.
The Morning of The Wedding
On the morning of the wedding, Max was all smiles perhaps a little high from the nights festivities but nonetheless he was seemingly happy, without a care. He was excited about being the center of attention on his wedding day and about this new step.
As expected, Max still curious about last night’s texts, he took his phone back from HillClit. As Max looked around the room, he noticed everyone getting dressed in drag knowing that the dress code was black-tie. Max was angry but decided to check his texts before throwing a bitch-fit. He saw the text from an unknown person and read every text that followed.
The texts all told a sordid story of betrayal that went back almost a year, attached were the pics and screenshots to prove the veracity of the texts. He began to shake wildly, face flush red and began to sweat profusely from the shock and disbelief.
He immediately recognized the unknown texter, as last night’s Mexican stripper, Donkeyboi Pepe. And, came to the frightful realization that last night’s stripper was more than familiar to his fiance than to him. His world stood still as he read further.
Max abruptly walked out on his friends yet again and went to the bathroom and in private read each message and studied every screenshot sent which also included naked selfies of Donkeyboi Pepe. By that point, having stripped a few hours ago it was unnecessary to see the (chimichanga) Tony was getting.
Max’s ego felt deflated as every word he read in those texts echoed loudly in his ears. The texts and the pictures felt like a knife thrust into his chest cavity which by then was an already open wound with the Xxx large knife of Donkeyboi’s penis being twisted back and forth mercilessly. Max could easily see the texts spanned from several months back to only a few days prior to today. Max realized that there was no way that he could doubt the legitimacy of the messages as little moments began to add up.
Tears were freely flowing from his eyes as he shuddered with each word. Unable to absorb it all, he threw his phone against the wall in anger and wept softly so the others wouldn’t hear. Fifteen minutes later, his friends became even more concerned and began knocking on the door.
Time for a Wedding
Max came out of the bathroom and sat on his bed to settle himself. He felt lost and uncertain about everything, but he wasn’t about to call the wedding off. He reassured the queens getting dressed in the next room that he was alright and exclaimed, ‘it’s time for a wedding!’
He stood up and, on his feet, and began to dress himself. He grabbed his working-but-cracked phone and walked out of the room determined to exit the hotel alone and armed with a plan. The sadness had subsided and now he could feel his blood boiling. He refined his plan deciding he would face the situation with his loyal sisters, they knew how to bring the house down if need be.
Keeping everything to himself for the moment, and not knowing what to say, afraid of breaking down in hysterics. He watched as they got dressed without an expression, no smile, no facade, no excitement, nothing whatsoever. Then as Max grabbed his keys and headed for the door he turned and said, ‘come dressed ready to bring the house down. I want you guys to serve it and make’em eat it!’
Everyone looked puzzled at Max’s request, if anything they were expecting a lecture for not following dress code demands. They looked at each other bewildered at Max’s somber mood and his odd words and request. Until, Melanoma screamed, ‘Oh damn!’ Then followed it by saying that she had just noticed a text from Donkeyboi Pepe. He copied her with the exact same things he sent Max about him and Tony ongoing ‘business’ affair. As she shared the information, they began to understand what Max was trying to say and what he wanted, and they were more than happy to oblige.
The Plan
Max knew he had nothing more to lose. The two years together were already behind him, and nothing he could do would erase those memories, nor could he ever get the monies spent on the wedding returned. And, what to do with the republican contingency waiting for an extravagant gay conservative wedding? He was visibly tormented by the thought of his and Tony’s friends and family that traveled from afar to gather for their wedding.
Max could not believe that Tony, the man whom he had wholeheartedly loved and devoted his whole life to, could throw such a devastating painful blow. He couldn’t stop thinking about Donkeyboi last text that said, ‘I wouldn’t marry him if I were you.’ Max thought it should have read, ‘I wouldn’t kill him if I were you.’ But Max decided on a better course of action to settle the score.
