At least you remember what happened that night. About ten oclock the next morning I woke up in my bed at my house on my wedding day with someone I had never seen before...good looking with nice tits and long hair. Description fit my soon to be bride but it wasn't her. My best man had passed out on the floor in my living room. I quietly got out of bed, went down stairs and woke him up. We went upstairs and he said...Oh that's Sandy. He says to this day he didn't have anything to do with it and she wasn't invited to the party. I told him to get her out of here NOW.
As you probably know it's a good luck tradition for Irish grooms to cut down a cherry tree on your wedding day. Best man took Sandy somewhere and we cut the tree, showered and went to the church...remainder unremarkable.
I drank a lot. They had two of Ada’s girls. Handcuffed me to a chair. And one of the girls started to unbutton my shirt, I said oh no, too many big mouths here. So a friend started saying crap, so the boys grabbed him and took one handcuff off and put it on him. She started to unbutton him, and he says, just rip it off, so she did. All the buttons went flying, he says, OMG my wife’s going to kill me.
I had pains in my face and stomach from laughing so hard.
I remember it like yesterday even after 34 years. Haha
lots of other stories, but can’t say here. Haha
Some stags I’ve gone to were pretty crazy.
Haha
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