Saturday night was my bachelor party. There were supposed to be about 8 people going. Everyone but two plus me flaked out, leaving three of us to cover a $300 charter that a friend of mine had arranged. I should have known then to stay the fuck at home. I end up AT MY OWN BACHELOR party paying for the majority of the evening. My best mans credit card got declined, then he passed out on the charter before midnight. It was a nice realization that I really don't have many friends and that I am making a very wise decision to get married and move along with my life. The bachelor life sucks. / rant. just felt like throwing it out there.




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