Bachelors delight in strippers of either sex
As you're reading this column, I'm in California sleeping off the hangover from my brother's bachelor party. I'm probably sleeping right through the rehearsal dinner. In fact, if you have my phone number, please call and wake me up so I don't make an utter fool of myself. I need to put my game face on right now, so I can go toast away my brother's single life and start drinking again.
A few months ago, I got the Saturday afternoon phone call:
Brother: Guess what, Chad, you're going to be an in-law!
Me: (still waking up) Whooozahuhhhh?
Brother: What time...
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