Bachelor parties can be fun. Obviously I can’t tell you everything that happened, so without getting into specifics:
I’m probably a bigger threat to myself than to anyone else when holding a gun.
I made Archer look sober.
It pays to collect business cards from your favorite waiters.
I would make a very bad stripper.
We didn’t die in the desert. But we came close.
Clothing is optional.
PreCheck can’t tell if your flask is full or empty.
There are always other people in Las Vegas with worse behavior. Like the woman in the bulkhead seat who started screaming, “I’m in first class!” and then cried for 20 minutes when the flight attendant insisted that she put her bag in the overhead bin. No matter what you or I may do, there’s no reason to feel sorry.