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I organised my own stag, that way I knew what to expect. I told the others that I 100% wanted no strippers or anything like that, just a drink with some mates and some of my family. We just had a room in the local brewery and had some good beers and a laugh. That's where I found out my father in law knows a train robber. As in, the guy stole the train. If I ever meet any of you, feel free to ask for details. 

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My best mate's stag was nice and dignified. We went for a nice curry, then on to a Futureshock show. 

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I’ve been to mostly good stag do’s both here and abroad including beer festivals, healthy pranks that don’t push too many boundaries and actual fun and creative drinking games.

 

The one bad one I’ve been to is for probably the most mild mannered friend I have in which he got his (at the time) 18 year old brother to be his best man. Bad enough that he was on his first proper legal holiday away from the parents so of course he picked Magaluf.

 

Even worse was that it happened to be on my birthday weekend (somewhere in my late twenties).

 

So not only were the majority of us way too old for the Magaluf strip in June in amongst the puking teenagers but one particular participant of the group (who I never liked) decided that as of midnight on my birthday I was to be subjected to all the attacks and challenges that the stag was for 24 hours.

 

As someone who has no intention of ever getting married for several reasons including the whole stag thing I still resent that this happened because I happened to be born on a day that fell during this other poor saps stag do.

 

And I couldn’t sit down for days.

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I think the only attempt at a stag do I've been on was when my best mate came back from Canada and was due to fly back and marry his fiancee (they met in Australia, fell in love, got pregnant and decided to move back to her home in Ontario) which resulted in a bunch of us "surprising him" as he had already been informed as he had double booked himself with a BBQ and beers in my back garden and a bunch of people who hadn't seen each other in 3 years getting to catch up followed by heading into town, doing karaoke and ending up in a nightclub where we knew one of the staff and they got us a Hen Do party package as it was the only one they had left. 

It was good but mainly as it was a chance to hang out with him for the first time in a few years after we fell out and then made up while he was abroad. 

I don't really get stag dos but then I guess that's a mixture of anxiety, not really doing the whole lad lad lad culture and having to work bars and hotels for a lot of them. 

I think if I ever had to have one I'd probably be overjoyed with a day at the races, followed by some food, maybe try and get to a gig and then finish off in a gin bar. 

Whereas 21 year old me probably would've enjoyed the pink denim suit. 

I've enjoyed getting old and more calm. 

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I came unstuck while on my best mates stag, we where at paintballing having a decent time when the end of the session came around we where all gathered in.

The guys running it asked if we wanted to do the "stag run" being best man i agreed to right away. Then then announced the best man does it to. So it turns out that the bestman and stag must run the length of the paintball arena while the other shoot them. 

I set off as fast as possible thinking my mate would be the number one target, i round a corner to see 3 of my mates no more than 6 foot away. At the start we had been warned to not shot if less than 15 foot from someone........Every one of those cunts opened up like that scene from platoon. 

I made it out removed my top to see i was covered in round purple bruises some of which were weeping blood. I totally lost my shit and when on a massive tirade calling them all the names under the sun. Needless to say it soured the day and the resulting evening as i refused to let it go only becoming more irate the more drunk i got.

In the end i decided its best to head back to the hotel rather than carry on acting like a dick. 

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3 hours ago, wordsfromlee said:

She asked us what we were watching and said "oh, I love this film!", opened the can, sat down and made her self at home with us. That's when me and my one mate had a moment of clarity and realised it was Saturday night and we were sitting on a sofa with a naked, budget stripper, watching movies and drinking cans of Carlsberg together. We looked at our watches and noticed that if we leave now we can still make it for last orders somewhere

Wait...so did you bring the stripper with you coz she sounded alright.

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We went to a stripclub when one of my old mates was getting divorced and another mate suggested it. I found it the most awkward experience of my life. Worse was when they paid for me to have a dance. I just didn’t find it appealing at all to have some stranger sticking her bits inches from my face. I don’t get the fascination of it at all.

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Never been on an extremely Ladz, Ladz, Ladz stag do as there is a limit for me and most of the seeder stuff I'd seen and been disappointed with way before people I knew started getting married. 

For one of my best mate's wedding where I was the best man we went and played fancy laser quest where you are in a kind of call of duty arena type setting with missions and different weapons for the daytime affair. It was my team vs his which I though I had rigged enough to win and force him to wear stockings throughout the evening (under his jeans) but one participant on my team shat the bed (not literally) by giving signals at the wrong time and trying to cheat, getting caught by the marshal and us losing a point.

Following an afternoon brewery tour, meal and rest up we met at his place where I booked a stripper. She was alright and while walking her back to her car said "You have my number if you need anything later" which I took to mean if I wanted to pay her for a shag later she was up for it. I didn't as living in m parents house with paper thin walls was not the place to bring a working girl back to among the countless other reasons.

This was followed up by a few drinks and time at the casino. What went wrong after that was we were supposed to meet up with him and his missus for breakfast the next day. As i'm puling up onto his driveway I get a text which basically said "Run, she's heard about the stripper and wants your head on a platter". I wouldn't have minded it if I thought I'd overstepped the mark but this was a girl who was boasting about wanting them to go and have a threesome in Amsterdam a year or two earlier so I thought anything was game. By bringing the stripper to the flat my intention was to save money on strip clubs and protect a couple of mates with social anxieties etc from those wretched places.

Between then and about 3 days later when I saw them down the pub I had apparently been forgiven thanks to her mum taking my side and the smell of cheap perfume and oily snatch not being as permanent as she thought. It also turned out a few of her bitch mates who didn't like me had wound her right up the night before as they heard from their partners who were there.

TLDR - Wife didn't like stripper in her house.

For my "stag" being in Vietnam and the mixed gendered guests coming a long way I just had a night out at a fancy rooftop bar with bottle service/ shisha (typical in clubs here) and dancing with the male gogo dancers. The fact it was male dancer night meant all photos from my stag could be easily shared with my wife with no fear of repercussions.  Far more enjoyable and meaningful than the usual all male affair that I've seen through the years in Bournemouth. 

 

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On 3/11/2022 at 9:00 PM, jazzygeofferz said:

My best mate's stag was nice and dignified. We went for a nice curry, then on to a Futureshock show. 

Followed by a disappointing Royal Rumble.

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Boy in my work had his stag a few weeks ago in Newcastle . His brother went to go to a party and after getting on a bus then woke up in London. He managed to get back midway the Saturday. Rather hear stories like that then the humiliation most seem to aim to achieve 

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