How I became a Godfather

So last summer me and my friends went to Las Vegas for a weekend full of morally compromising shenanigans

First night we get there we head out to the bars and get shit faced far faster than we anticipated.

While at the bar we meet an engaged couple and their friends who are equally as fucked up and I, being an internet ordained minister, offer to do the wedding right there for free.

They accept. We sign some certificate the bride had in her purse and in front of all the people on the old Las Vegas Strip, by the power invested in me by the great state of confusion, I declare them husband and wife.

We party some more and then depart the scene with a new group of unlikely Facebook friends.

5 months pass since our drunken nuptial fiasco and the couple and I have stayed in friendly contact since. This afternoon I received a message from the bride that they are expecting and want me to be the Godfather. I am SO excited. To date, this is the best thing to ever come out of me getting hammered. The END