Yes, that’s right, everybody’s favorite amphibian is getting married to none other than little*bit! Sure, they’re a cute couple, but, as the best man, it’s my job to get as close to ruining the wedding in one night as possible, without actually doing so.
So, currently, we’re set up in an old, abandoned airplane hanger. Don’t worry, I “talked” to the cops, we shouldn’t have a problem. Now, as for the goods, we’ve currently got:
a freight trains of booze, to guaruntee and inexhaustable bar, tended by yours truly.
An entourage of strippers, though we could always use some more, if any of yooze ladies are interested.
Any kind of junk food imaginable, be it ice cream, pizza, or Ukelele Ike’s lard-fried chicken.
And, of course, polaroid cameras for everybody, case ol’ Crunch decides to embarrass hisself.
So, come on in, grab a drink, and lets see if we can’t find a use for all these discarded airplane parts. Ooh! A jet engine!
I suggest you try Zoggie as a stripper. She’s already declared her intention to try & seduce Ron before the wedding. Might as well give her a fair shot.
I’m not too worried. I’m pretty sure I can think of something to keep his interest. The suggestion in my sig was one of my more tame amusements.
Little*bit–do like my wife did before my bach bash–give him the best tied-up-and-blindfolded full-body massage and blowjob ever. He won’t care about the strippers a bit. Unless he’s got a quick recoup time, in which case you might have to do him twice.
Count me in on the party, though. Hell, the married guys are who it’s for anyhow, not the groom. He’s getting some tomorrow night and we’re probably not.
I’ll do some shots with you Thespos since there’s no strippers to be seen anywhere. Do you see any strippers? I don’t see any strippers. Oh JESTER . . .
What the fuck do you mean, “They have those on tape now!”? I just spent all day trying to find a damn bulb for this projector.
No. Trust me on this. You’ve never seen anything till you’ve seen one the size of the side of a hanger. It’s just like you could walk inside of the sucker.
Um, jesuslynch, I’ve only been to a couple bachelor parties in my time, but it’s always been my understanding that the stag films didn’t involve any actual deer.
Hey, is the the party that’s looking for a stripper?
38-26-38, does that mean anything to you fellas?
Since it’s Crunchy Frog’s big night, then I’ll be the entertainment. (even though the groom already had a preview in this thread )
I’m wearing tight silver spandex pants with a smokey grey see-through top that shows my black peek-a-boo bra. My long mahogany brown hair alternately covers and reveals my “charms” as I sashay into the room.
:looking around: So will someone get the music ready?
Don’t forget your dollar bills, gentlemen.
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