I get my bro drunk, and now he's crying and snotting all over me about how in love he is and how beautiful the world is. I didn't buy into this, who wants to take over?
Okay, girls! It's time for y'all to help me get the show on the road with arranging Kurt's bachelorette party! The wedding's only six weeks away, and the parties have gotta be strictly two weeks before (according to Kurt) in case anyone gets alcohol poisoning, shaved, dyed or pierced.
And by house, I mean NYC to make the most of Squirt's last days of bachelorhood freedom! When the fuck did he go from being two foot tall and 10 years old to three foot and fucking almost married?