"Spells and Shakes: Mick's Unforgettable Wedding Surprise!"
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Today was supposed to be the greatest day of my life. It was my wedding day, a meticulously planned affair with white doves, a three-tier cake, and an awkward uncle who decided to wear a top hat. But my best friend, Mick, who couldn't make it due to the sheer distance, had a plan – though not the kind anyone would expect.
As my wife-to-be, Sarah, started her walk down the aisle, something felt off. Nothing about her had changed physically: her red hair cascaded beautifully, the dress sparkled just as it should, but the smirk on her face was... different.
Then she started doing something I didn't expect – rapping Ludacris lyrics. “When in doubt, drop the beat!” she yelled, an arm thrust in the air. I was dumbfounded.
“Yo, bro!” she shouted when she reached me. “Guess who crashed the wedding?”
I blinked. “Mick? Is that... you?”
“Damn right, bro! Last minute surprise, bro.”
Uncle Top Hat gasped while Grandma dropped her knitting needles. “How’d you...” I stammered, my mind trying to bridge the logical gap between my possession spell-wielding best friend and my rapping bride.
“Dude, funny story – you remember that book I got at the weird bookstore? Turns out it wasn't just full of wicked recipes for nachos.”
“You didn’t,” I whispered.
“Oh, I totes did. Look at me, I’m a fine, fine redhead now!” And to my horror, Sarah’s hands went straight to her own, now MMF-occupied chest. “These, man, are... OMG, what a rack!” he laughed, jiggling them mildly, making my Aunt Ethel’s eyes roll back like she had a temporary lapse of consciousness.
“Are you looking... Stop looking down there!” I tried to regain control of the situation. The priest was losing it, and the best man had already started recording on his phone.
“But they bounce, bro – they freaking bounce!” Mick turned-Sarah twirled around, making the audience cringe yet curiously laugh.
The ceremony blurred by, with Mick-in-Sarah dropping rap verses and quotes from every action movie under the sun. At the reception, the best-man-speech was unmissably hilarious. “Yo, marriage, dude – it's like sports! It’s all ‘bout teamwork! It’s like, ‘Yo, baby, remember the Titans!’ but with more kissing and less footballs!”
And then he started twerking. Really. “Bro, check out these moves!” he shouted. Rolling into one, he turned Sarah’s body into a circus act, bouncing and shaking, much to the hoopla of the crowd, even the stoic grandpa managed a chuckle.
The slow dance was a riot too. “High school, man, you remember?!”
“Yeah, Mick, I do,” I said, trying not to step on her... his... our feet.
“Yo, hand's kinda low there, butt-grabbing much?” he teased. “You cheeky, man. Literally.”
I was uncontrollably laughing while Mick made school jokes, sports metaphors, and most aptly, remarks about living in the moment. It turned what could have been a solemn dance into a ridiculous, cheerful dance-off.
Then my brother pulled me aside. “Dude, is that reversible?”
“Mick, the spell. Did you bring the damn book?”
He blinked at me with Sara’s mischievous eyes. “Uhhh, guess what’s still on my coffee table?”
My heart sank, picturing the honeymoon in Hawaii. “You mean...”
“Dude! Free trip to Hawaii, bro!” Mick screamed.
Days have passed, and it's official: my wedding was a legendary tale of unexpected joy, random Ludacris lyrics, and a grand speech that’ll go down in family history. Here’s to undoing spells and having the weirdest, most unforgettable wedding with an irreversibly unforgettable best friend.
Cheers to Mick-honeymooning-with-me-as-Sarah. May the beaches be bountiful, the snorkeling unrealistic, and the looks from the hotel staff indelibly scarred into their existence.
This story was generated by user zach3 with assistance by one of OpenAI’s large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.
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Prompt: Write a story with lots of dialogue where Today was my wedding day. It was supposed to be the greatest day of my life. My best friend couldn’t make it to the wedding since he lives far away now. At least I thought he wouldn’t make it. Apparently, he read a possession spell and accidentally possessed my wife during the ceremony. He walked up to the aisle in her flashy and showy dress her red hair cascading down her back with a strange smirk in her face. He keeps looking down at his new big boobs which were a grade A rack no doubt about it. and laughing the ceremony has been so weird and people are wondering when my wife learned all these raps songs. He gave a speech at the reception that quoted action movies and sports movies much to the surprise to everyone. He even started twerking his big curvy ass at the reception. We had to slow dance, and he kept making me laugh talking about old stories from high school and he kept teasing me for having my hand on his butt as we danced. This has been wild for me, but it has kind of been fun seeing my wife acting so free during the wedding and reception. My buddy has certainly made this wedding far more comical by possessing her body. I just hope we can figure out the reverse spell before the honeymoon, but that's not going to happen turn out he left the book back at his house, so I guess he's going to Hawaii with me as my wife. Write my friends dialogue in a Frat boy accent.
Response: Today was supposed to be the greatest day of my life. It was my wedding day, a meticulously planned affair with white doves, a three-tier cake, and an awkward uncle who decided to wear a top hat. But my best friend, Mick, who couldn't make it due to the sheer distance, had a plan – though not the kind anyone would expect. As my wife-to-be, Sarah, started her walk down the aisle, something felt off. Nothing about her had changed physically: her red hair cascaded beautifully, the dress sparkled just as it should, but the smirk on her face was... different. Then she started doing something I didn't expect – rapping Ludacris lyrics. “When in doubt, drop the beat!” she yelled, an arm thrust in the air. I was dumbfounded. “Yo, bro!” she shouted when she reached me. “Guess who crashed the wedding?” I blinked. “Mick? Is that... you?” “Damn right, bro! Last minute surprise, bro.” Uncle Top Hat gasped while Grandma dropped her knitting needles. “How’d you...” I stammered, my mind trying to bridge the logical gap between my possession spell-wielding best friend and my rapping bride. “Dude, funny story – you remember that book I got at the weird bookstore? Turns out it wasn't just full of wicked recipes for nachos.” “You didn’t,” I whispered. “Oh, I totes did. Look at me, I’m a fine, fine redhead now!” And to my horror, Sarah’s hands went straight to her own, now MMF-occupied chest. “These, man, are... OMG, what a rack!” he laughed, jiggling them mildly, making my Aunt Ethel’s eyes roll back like she had a temporary lapse of consciousness. “Are you looking... Stop looking down there!” I tried to regain control of the situation. The priest was losing it, and the best man had already started recording on his phone. “But they bounce, bro – they freaking bounce!” Mick turned-Sarah twirled around, making the audience cringe yet curiously laugh. The ceremony blurred by, with Mick-in-Sarah dropping rap verses and quotes from every action movie under the sun. At the reception, the best-man-speech was unmissably hilarious. “Yo, marriage, dude – it's like sports! It’s all ‘bout teamwork! It’s like, ‘Yo, baby, remember the Titans!’ but with more kissing and less footballs!” And then he started twerking. Really. “Bro, check out these moves!” he shouted. Rolling into one, he turned Sarah’s body into a circus act, bouncing and shaking, much to the hoopla of the crowd, even the stoic grandpa managed a chuckle. The slow dance was a riot too. “High school, man, you remember?!” “Yeah, Mick, I do,” I said, trying not to step on her... his... our feet. “Yo, hand's kinda low there, butt-grabbing much?” he teased. “You cheeky, man. Literally.” I was uncontrollably laughing while Mick made school jokes, sports metaphors, and most aptly, remarks about living in the moment. It turned what could have been a solemn dance into a ridiculous, cheerful dance-off. Then my brother pulled me aside. “Dude, is that reversible?” “Mick, the spell. Did you bring the damn book?” He blinked at me with Sara’s mischievous eyes. “Uhhh, guess what’s still on my coffee table?” My heart sank, picturing the honeymoon in Hawaii. “You mean...” “Dude! Free trip to Hawaii, bro!” Mick screamed. Days have passed, and it's official: my wedding was a legendary tale of unexpected joy, random Ludacris lyrics, and a grand speech that’ll go down in family history. Here’s to undoing spells and having the weirdest, most unforgettable wedding with an irreversibly unforgettable best friend. Cheers to Mick-honeymooning-with-me-as-Sarah. May the beaches be bountiful, the snorkeling unrealistic, and the looks from the hotel staff indelibly scarred into their existence.
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