Bachelor (or Bachelorette) Parties

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ran naked into the ocean

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beach house

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he had to run a block up a WELL lit road

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Quickest way from the gulf to the beach house is probably the beach.....

Stripper #1 tells stripper #2 "lay on your back and hold this Blow Pop in your mouth"
Stripper squats on Blow Pop
Stripper #1 stands up, takes blow pop out of #2's mouth, and puts it in bachelor's mouth.

Probably a buzzkill statement but had more "wild" time in college. By the time me and my buddies were getting married we were past that shite.

My bachelor party was 4 days on the Kentucky bourbon trail with my dudes.... seriously one of the best times of my life. No strippers needed to make it awesome

Destin Bachelor party. I was the last arrival. Most of the others got down the night before. About 2 hours from Destin, the groom is incoherently drunk texting me but managed to spell out the name of the bar they were at. I get there and they are all blackout but the groom is like a freshman girl that just discovered hunch punch. I get two drinks there before they decide they want to go to the titty bar. I'm still good to drive so I volunteer


On the way to the titty bar, the groom demands I slow up and roll down the window. He projectile vomits out of my car so violently that the car behind us changes lanes and speeds by us. A little bit was actually in my truck so he grabs some work related papers that were in my car and starts wiping it up with that. We make it to the titty bar and I swear to god its covering 40% of the right side of my truck and the smell is horrid. He gets some paper towels out of my toolbox and is trying to use them to clean off my truck in the titty bar parking lot. The paper towels are completely dry so its not doing shite. The entire group has gone in at this point but I'm stuck outside with pukey for 20 minutes because he refuses to go in until he's cleaned up the puke.

I tell him to forget about it and make him change into my spare clothes and use my mouthwash so we can finally go in and see some titties. We stay awhile and I was well passed the point of driving home so we ubered. The next morning we go and get my truck and the smell is still there. Especially on the inside. The puke on the outside had hardened and it honestly looked like I had been mudding. He insisted that he pay for the carwash and that was that. Later that night, he made an Uber pull over so he could puke on the side of the road. He's a little guy and its stunning how much vomit he can store up

Went on one in BR a few years ago. The Groom's godfather rented a party bus. From the first bar to the titty bar (30 minutes) these two strippers pumped him with so much booze that he could not function. Threw up in the parking lot and his fiancé had to come pick him up. He missed the rest of his party, but it was a good time. I didn't have one of my own. Ended up having to work and cancelled it.

A co-worker of mine told me this story to a bach party that he went 20 years ago or so.

They had rented a suite in Miami Beach and afterwards went to a club (Mango's) to have a good time. After several beers, vodkas, tequila and Goldschlager shots, it was getting past midnight and they had 2 options: either go to a strip club or call 2 dancers for a private show at the hotel.

They decided go for the private show. So they call 2 private dancers for $600 or so. According to them, the girls show up and they look hot. Part of the show was a lesbian show and a lapdance for the bachelor. They formed a circle around the lezbie show and some lowered their pants to watch closely and fap, lol. Not sure what happened next but I'm thinking that floor or carpet was a mess.

I got married in '91 before all of these big, expensive organized parties. My friends rented a van, paid one of our sober friends to drive it and loaded a beer keg in the back. We bar hopped strip joints from Baton Rouge to New Orleans. At a joint in Gonzales we stole the magnetic signs off a vehicle that said "SEC Officials" and stuck them on the van. Guess they were in town for a tournament. The signs saved us a traffic stop when the cop saw the signs he said never mind and took off.

Instead of a blow up doll my best man gave me a blow up sheep that we carried from bar to bar.

PS Best Bachelor party I have ever attended was my friend chartered a deep sea fishing boat and we fished and drank all day. Good times.

About 2 decades ago, I got a front row seat to the lollipop show, followed by having the candy put in my mouth. I’d say that shite haunts me to this day, but what I saw multiple paying guests doing to that women later is far darker than a snatch snack.

shite is gross.

We ate some acid and went to a strip climb for one. That was a weird experience.

Wildest one I went to was in New Orleans. It was a joint bachelor party between 3 guys. Rented out 2nd floor of Pat O’s. Hire strippers that made it known they were hookers. One guy who had just gotten married about a year before got really drunk and got a blow Job from one in front of everyone. We paid the hookers to do a lesbian orgy and they did not disappoint. Afterwards, one of the bachelors got sucker punched by an off duty cop outside Cat’s Meow and we spent the rest of the night in the ER for his broken jaw.