Coq au Vin

Yes, it’s puerile. Yes, it’s gross. Yes, I probably shouldn’t link to such a base web page on my site, but here I’ve gone and done it.

Why? Because my wife has been to a bachelorette party, and so have countless other women out there, and if they’ll suffer no worse than some blushing faces at the reading of the article, then everyone else can certainly handle it. Fellas, if you’re not familiar with the sort of things that happen at bachelorette parties, then crawl out of your hole, read this article, and laugh your fanny off.

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