Staggity Staggity Staggity...

I've been sorting through the memories of my buddy Justin's stag party this past weekend, trying to figure out which stuff I can write here and which stuff has to die with me. I've summarized what I'm allowed to tell you:

• We had a pony keg of beer (30L), a 12-pack of beer (strictly for golfing), and a texas mickey of rye (3L) that was supposed to last us six guys for the weekend...
  
  On Saturday night, we had to buy four jugs of beer at the bar because we ran out of booze.

• Our cabin was located right on the third hole of the local golf course. We must have sneaked on and played that hole fifty times over the weekend...over half of those times when it was completely dark...and we were stumbling drunk...

• During our golf games, we had the "dink-out" rule in effect. If you ever failed to get your drive past the woman's tee off box, you had to "D.O." (If you still don't get it, just think about it for a sec...)
  
  Take a guess as to who had to pull his "One-Inch Wonder" out...

On another note, pictures from this weekend should be coming soon...and no, there are no "D.O." shots...