I have to go to a Bachelor part this weekend. Yes I know, girls don’t usually go to bachelor parties, but its for a good guy friend of mine who is getting married and he insist I come. I figure it will be a great last chance to get him really fucking drunk and high, and then slap the shit out of him for wanting to get married and ruin his fucking life, you know, cause I’m a good friend like that. Truth be told, as much as wives want to whine about what goes on at the Bachelor parties, the Bachelorettes are always way fucking worse.

The Bachelor parties usually consist of going to some shitty bar and drinking even shittier beer, while the guys talk about getting older and play pool or that dumb fucking table soccer game I can’t remember the name of right now. The 2 fun guys suggest they hit a strip club, but the groom is a whiney fuck and doesn’t want to sleep on the couch (cause you know, men in relationships are idiots, and will TELL chicks shit like that, instead of just keeping it in the vault where it belongs). They head to another bar and meet a hott group of girls. The 2 fun guys end up leaving and going to get laid, while the groom talks about his wife to be with the one girl h should be getting head from in the bathroom. He goes home for his 2 am curfew so his wife doesn’t get mad at him, cause he’s a bitch like that.

At Bachelorette parties you always end up meeting a big group of horny guys right at the start. Nothing says desperate like a group of chicks hanging out because one of them is marrying a guy she doesn’t even love, but who has a bit of money. It’s foreshadowing for what’s to come for the rest of them. You loose an average of 2-3 members of the group after the first bar cause of the horny guys. It doesnt take long before the bride is dancing on the bar with her skirt over her head.

Then she suggests they all go to the male strip club “because she’s never been before!!� (which is a huge lie btw, she goes there every time her husband is out of town for work, and they know her by name). After many rounds of shots, someone realizes they can’t find the bride, at which point they go to the bathroom, where she is sucking some sweaty, tanned dudes cock (not even in the stall) and crying at the same time because she realizes she hates her husband to be.

Nothing gets talked about on the car ride home or afterwards, because women know better then to share that shit with anyone (unless we are mad at each other, in which case all the dirt is fair game) When the bride gets home and husband asks how it was, she mutters something he can’t hear and falls asleep in all her clothes, with her make up on.

The wedding happens a few days after, and nobody is the wiser.

Here’s Ashley Tisdale.

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