As the Best Man, there’s a huge weight on your shoulders to perform at optimum level for the Stag Party, the Wedding itself is a piece of cake in comparison….
1. Ring – Check
2. Groom – Check
3. Auntie Beryll not too pissed up – Check
4. Quick Speech providing the classic overview of “its always been Bro’s before Ho’s until that bitch came along and ruined everything” – Check
Job Done.
Imagine this…the stag party has just kicked off, you’ve been out for the first few beers with the lads and you’re already getting the eye from a tasty “bit of skirt” at the end of the bar. Determined to remain loyal to the Stag, you ignore all the signals and turn to your boys for Sambucca shots with Turbo Shandy chasers.
But of course, the pub crawl makes it’s way into town, only to come back to the first pub at 2am for a nightcap. But of course after 15 pints of Stella and enough spirits to degrease the QE2, you’re beer goggles seem to have taken on amazing additional powers seconded only by Kryptonite.
You somehow pull the bird that was eying you up earlier, whisk her up to your room and proceed to pass out only to wake up on the floor.
Turns out to be the brides very confused post-op transsexual brother/sister.
