Help Me Meet My Doom

Are you male? Do you like to drink? Do you like to drink excessively? How about boobies… Do you like those as well? What about public humiliation of others? Well, if you’ve answered yes to any of those questions, then I’ve got a proposition for you:

Come to my stag.

If I know you, you’re invited. But be prepared to write off the entirety of this coming Sunday, and possibly Monday as well. Bring friends if you wish, but no females allowed (unless they’re strippers).

Details:

Once we’ve had a few drinks at The Point, we’ve got a bus that’ll take us to The Roadhouse sometime after 10:00pm. There’s no obligation to pay for anything, other than your own booze, however if you take the bus we’ve been advised that we should tip the bus driver (I’d say ~$10 each is pretty fair. Cheaper than a cab by far).

I also need to emphasize that this will be your last chance to party with me. Once I’m married, I’ll become a soulless automaton endlessly repeating the words “Yes, dear,” with an invisible leash around my neck that gets inexplicably yanked whenever I look at foreign booty. You’ve been warned.

If you’ve got any questions, please ask them using the Comments form on this page, so that everyone can see the responses. Feel free to pass the link to this page on to anyone we may have forgotten to notify.

Word.