TWENTY grown men are irrationally continuing monthly payments towards a stag do they know will be f**king horrific.
Despite enthusiastically agreeing to attend a year ago, the group’s morale has dipped after months of poor planning by the best man, a WhatsApp group where every other message is a hate crime, and a long-running saga about whether to go to Magaluf.
Nathan Muir said: “My feeling is the best I can hope for is that I don’t break my collarbone diving into the shallow end of the hotel pool.
“£240 sounds like a lot, but it’ll only stretch to 5am budget flights, a nightmare two-star hotel, offensive matching t-shirts and a bit of go-karting. Although the only thing I was looking forward to was not having to drive.”
Best man Tom Booker said: “I think I’ve nailed it. 4am beers at the airport. Viking hats. Then fun in the sun, or probably not because we can only afford to go out of season.
“We’re only 100 metres from the resort’s cheapest strip club. I think the accounts of bouncers pulling knives if you don’t pay £40 for a glass of champagne are probably exaggerated.”
Booker denied the trip would be unpleasant, although he is currently planning to make the groom drink puke out of a shoe and intends to tape a hair trimmer to a broom handle so they can shave off his eyebrows from a safe social distance.
