“Damn! You need to have a talk with that brother, brother. Next time you see ol’ Monty, you go up to him and say, ‘Gurrrrl…’”
AC laughed. “I d-d-don’t think I c-c-can s-say that.”
“Sure, you can. Gurrrrrl…Say it.”
“G-g-gurrrrl.”
“Yas!” Terrel applauded without sound. “Again, bitch.”
AC had to stop laughing first. “G-g-gurrrrrl.”
“I’ma start saying it like you, if that’s okay,” Terrel said.
“G-go for it.”
“G-g-gurrrrrl.”
Now, they were both cracking up.
“You need to perform at their next anniversary party or something, like, ‘Gurrrrl, I’ma sing a solo right up in front of everyone no matter how long it takes. I’ma sing the entire score ofDonna Summer: The Musical.’”
“B-b-bad G-g-gurrrrl.” AC was going to have to calm down to stay in his lane.
“There ya go! And I’ma ride in on that unicorn. I won’t spoil the wedding, but I’d do it at the rehearsal dinner, in a rainbow fur cape and nothing else…wearing eye makeup…and a hairpiece…throwing glitter.”