For my bachelor party, my friends and I went to a baseball game, walked around Coney Island, and ate a Lil’ Sebastian-sized horse, or so it seemed, at an Italian restaurant. It was great. At no point was pubic hair glued to my face, which either means my best man failed me, or Mark Longley has horrible friends. The England-native is getting married soon, and to celebrate, his buddies threw him a “buck’s night” to remember, even though, ironically, he probably can’t.
You’d have to be pretty blackout drunk to be OK with any of this.
This “costume” also doubles as Werewolf Robin Williams for Halloween.
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