Obviously, jackass.
Luke:
Damn. Who would’ve thought Owen Klein would get down on one knee?
Luke:
Again, I mean.
Me:
Keep talking, Luke. I’ll remember this the next time you need help fixing your furnace.
Hunter:
Seriously, though, congrats. Callie’s great, and you guys deserve all the happiness.
Will:
I’m happy for you, man.
Hunter:
Agreed. But the real question is, who’s going to be your best man?
Luke:
Obviously, it’s me. I’ve known him the longest.
Vince:
Umm… actually, no you haven’t. I’m the one that grew up with him.
Will:
I’m the most responsible. Clearly, I’m the best choice.
Hunter:
Since I’m new here and not in the running, I just want to take a moment to offer up the bar for the Bachelor Party.
Me:
Way to drop a bomb on the conversation there, Hunter. Glad to have you here. Asshat.
Hunter:
I may be an asshat but I’m also willing to cover the tab for the party sooo…
Luke:
Hunter wins. Make him your Best Man.
Vince:
This is why I hate group chats.
Luke: