I’d like to remind all of the grooms, best men, and groomsmen out there that there is no rule stating bachelor parties have to begin and end on a lascivious note. If you and your spouse-to-be are down with strippers or sex shows or three-day benders or eating sushi off of nude Asian women or whatever other naughty stuff you can think of, more power to you. But if you’d rather focus on bonding than babes or beefcake – depending on your personal tastes – give whoever you suspect is planning your bachelor party a few subtle or even not-so-subtle hints before he gets in touch with the “talent” at sites like Centerfoldstrips.com.
At some point, if you’re not really the strip club type and you think porno should be consumed solo if at all, you may find yourself up against a friend, brother, best man, or groomsman who argues that the traditional risqué bachelor party – and yes, it is a tradition that goes back quite a ways – is an established institution that should not be changed. Feel free to remind them that the tradition began as a dinner, not a bacchanal. It was a chance for men to feast with their closest comrades on the eve of a marriage…not as an easy opportunity to get in one last grope.
Merry Christmas, everyone! And may all your wedding dreams come true.
Phoenix, Arizona’s Tammie Coe Cakes is pretty awesome. The colors are beautiful; the flavors are amazing. Heck, they’ll even ship specialty cakes to most metropolitan areas, which means that if you were willing to have individual cakes instead of tiers, you could get your wedding cake via the post. Cool, that. But tell me, what is up with these?
My brain looks at these and thinks “Someone threw an old sheet over a wedding cake, tied it up with a ribbon, and called it a day.” I don’t hate Tammie Coe Cakes – far from it, in fact – but I do hate this particular style of wedding cake. Messy, messy, messy! Maybe there’s a totally sweet wedding cake hiding underneath that old sheet. Or am I just being too picky?
What say you?
Greetings caption fans! It’s time once again to play Twistie’s Sunday Caption Madness. You all know how this works. I choose a picture that’s simply sobbing into its Corn Flakes for a good caption. You provide said captions via the comments function. Next week, I declare a winner and there is much rejoicing. And possibly drinks. That I’m not paying for.
This picture comes from the regrets: we all have ‘em file, and it looks a little like this:
Ready… set… snark!