The best man has three minutes and no idea what to say.
The best man has three minutes and no idea what to say.
You've known him sixteen years. You have a microphone, a crowd that loves him, and a notes app that says “he's a legend.”
The good stuff is the stuff you can't say in a speech: the rental car, the nickname only you use, the night he drove four hours because you didn't ask.
That's what I take. The mess you actually have. I write the three minutes that land: funny first, because that's how you get the room, then the one line that gets him, right at the end, when he's not ready for it.
Toasts. Roasts. Farewells. Your voice, not a template's.
$15. If the first line doesn't land, you don't pay.
paper.wf/wam. Bring me the mess.