Miles: Where do you live?
Buck: In the city.
Miles: You have a house?
Buck: Apartment.
Miles: Own or rent?
Buck: Rent.
Miles: What do you do for a living?
Buck: Lots of things.
Miles: Where’s your office?
Buck: I don’t have one.
Miles: How come?
Buck: I don’t need one.
Miles: Where’s your wife?
Buck: Don’t have one.
Miles: How come?
Buck: It’s a long story.
Miles: You have kids?
Buck: No I don’t.
Miles: How come?
Buck: It’s an even longer story.
Miles: Are you my dad’s brother?
Buck: What’s your record for consecutive questions asked?
Miles: 38.
Buck: I’m your dads brother all right.
Miles: You have much more hair in your nose than my dad.
Buck: How nice of you to notice.
Miles: I’m a kid, that’s my job.
Great you’ve got kids and they’re coming (obvs!) to the wedding? OK you haven’t got kids but you have got nieces and nephews and they’re coming to the wedding? Right you haven’t got any nieces and nephews. Your neighbours have got kids! Ah OK they’re not invited to the wedding. Wait, your bridesmaid has got five year old twins and they’re flower girls and also the best man’s lad is a page boy. Great!
I get some wicked kids photos (that’s wicked as in good. I don’t mean the kids are wicked). Skip this bit if you’re not having kids at your wedding.
