“Are you sure about this, son?”
“I’m totally and completely sure; no one would suspect of you, looking like that.”
“I know, this dress is gorgeous, so as the body of this girl. However, what I want to know is: why am I always the bride?”
“Well, dad, that’s because I was the one who found the costume gun, the one that came up with the idea of impersonating women to get money, and because you keep bragging about how much you had enjoyed your last ten honeymoons.”
“Well, if you are jealous, you can be the bride the next time.”
“Maybe, but, with how much money this guy has, I don’t mind being the mother of the trophy wife for a good long time.”
“I know and his package is so huge… My God, I’m getting wet by the mere thought.”
“That’s the spirit, Becky. Now go and make mama proud.”
“I’ll do, mommy.”
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