The same goes for DJs. You can't just walk on down to the Roxy (a notorious rock club in Los Angeles) and get some raw talent. No, you just have to ask around see whose iPod Micro has the most music.
I address the rest of this post to that "DJ" who will spinning the dope jams at B and Corrin's wedding. I am sure the couple has had some requests and for the most part, I will let those stand. But here are my requests:
- Shut up. No one is here to hear you ramble on about love, how cute the couple is, or how impressive it is to see Big Jim up there break dancing.
- You must play one Refreshments song. "Banditos" is my choice, but you have two albums to choose from, go wild.
- The crowd would like to hear at least one Vanilla Ice song. He is our personal hero.
- Bridesmaids are allowed to have one collective song. This song may be country. It may not be Shania Twain.
- If you try to scratch any records, I will scratch ALL of your records. Don't be a showoff.
- If you dare try to involve me in any shenanigans, I will cut you.
- If we must toss garters and flowers, you are not allowed any commentary. You are not Vin Scully.
- However, if the DJ is Vin Scully, no music will be played. I just want to hear stories.
- You are not allowed to play "Celebration", "YMCA", or "Baby Got Back."
- If you can find the "Mortal Kombat" soundtrack, you may play that in its entirity.
- Should you embarrass B's parents, I can assure you that you will be cut.
- I would encourage you to play the band Cake while the cake is being cut. It only seems right.
- Sappy Disney songs will get you cut as well.
*The author reserves the right to substitute "cut" with "shank" as he sees fit.
I cut you. I cut you deep!
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