This is my boy Jared Freid laying wood with his guide to bachelor parties. Shit made me laugh out loud a couple times.
"Too many relationship guys and you’re in for a bachelor party brought to you by the never-ending pasta bowl at Olive Garden. Too many single guys and you’re at a bachelor party brought to you by rape."
Pretty good stuff there. He's on his way to a bach party in New Orleans. Last time I did that I legitimately thought I was going to die there. Eyes bugging out of my skull from booting so profusely. I only ate one muffaletta in three days. That was it. One stupid italian sub they hijacked and called a fucking muffuleta. It's a sub you idiots. An italian one. Act like you've been there before.
Anyway, I remember about the first four hours of the three day weekend and then my brain went all silent movie on me. I remember seeing shit, but I don't remember a goddam thing anyone said, including me.
Read this, don't be me.
http://www.brobible.com/bronews/story/10-rules-for-perfect-bachelor-party
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