I think you should quit drinking...

We threw my buddy DVZ's stag this past Saturday night, and without getting into too many details, let's just say that it was a success. I think the evening can be best summed up in the email the groom-to-be sent us this morning (still hungover, no doubt).

Thanks for coming out on saturday, I had a blast... what could be better than getting pelted by paintballs to the point of bleeding, funneling/beiruting/drinking/shotgunning poisionous amounts of beer and barfing it back up again, choking on a hunk of steak and almost dying (thanks todd), doing wheelie's on a golf cart with 10 guys on board, seeing way too much sausage at the lake erie sausage swim, having whiskey poured on my head evoking instant barfing and ending the night roid-raging because my tent was invaded and then broken on top of me... which made me throw a chair at poor link who had nothing to do with it.

For obvious reasons, photographic evidence has been withheld (particularly the shots of the Lake Erie Sausage swim... that was ugly). The only thing I can add is that I really don't think any stag from this day forward can be considered complete without a funnel, a Beirut tournament, and 24 8oz steaks from The Keg. That was one hell of a night.