Jason's bachelor party was last night. Poor thing knew he went to a titty bar, but couldn't remember which one. All he remembered was boobs. He had to be told 1. the name of the titty bar they went to, and 2. the fact that he got three lap dances. Basically, it was possibly the one night ever that he'd be able to get three lap dances, guilt-free...and he doesn't remember any of them.
I find this HILARIOUS. I got equally drunk at my bach party, but at least I remember the whole night.
Well, 95% of it.
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