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If my stag do doesn't involve innumerable pints of continental lager, piles of drugs and prostitutes it will have been an abject failure.

Stag do's are rarely done well because the organiser wants to accommodate as many people's tastes as possible. My invite list will contain only grade A scumbags to make things simple

I would love this for my stag doo.

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I would love this for my stag doo.

I am not engaged but have already decided mine (yes, I'll be calling the shots) will be 3 nights in Amsterdam with one day being dedicated to travelling to Germany for a football game. Possibly one of the big teams in the Rhur /Rhein area or a stupid Duisburg away day

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I am not engaged but have already decided mine (yes, I'll be calling the shots) will be 3 nights in Amsterdam with one day being dedicated to travelling to Germany for a football game. Possibly one of the big teams in the Rhur /Rhein area or a stupid Duisburg away day

This would be fantastic - the thing for me is over the years i have had friends from various cliques that i have grown fond of individually but there would be a very divided bunch and some of the ones i like the most have no interest in football. I would rather fewer than 10 of my closest friends that are into football that would enjoy something like this and would genuinely want to come but there are too many people who i would have to invite that will make it a head f**k for me plus i don't know who i would even ask to be my best man! I think this and the thought of having to organise all the pish has put me off engagement rather than financial implications.

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This would be fantastic - the thing for me is over the years i have had friends from various cliques that i have grown fond of individually but there would be a very divided bunch and some of the ones i like the most have no interest in football. I would rather fewer than 10 of my closest friends that are into football that would enjoy something like this and would genuinely want to come but there are too many people who i would have to invite that will make it a head f**k for me plus i don't know who i would even ask to be my best man! I think this and the thought of having to organise all the pish has put me off engagement rather than financial implications.

All of my friends are utter p***ks who like football. I intend to have 8-10 of my closest friends who will all be willing and able to go

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All of my friends are utter p***ks who like football. I intend to have 8-10 of my closest friends who will all be willing and able to go

All good then. I think i will go to Blackpool, a night out then a day at pleasure beach then another night out and then home, maybe a game for those who want to go and i think it will be eventful and something we will all be able to laugh at how ridiculous it all is. Cant see anything other than that working sadly.

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Got one of my mates stags coming up in Hamburg at the end of next month and the vast majority of attendees are likely to be simpering gimps. Boys from the stags work and they sound like the worst people ever. Trying to arrange activities and other such shite.

Fortunately there'll be at least 4 of us who'll pick up the slack and attempt to consume our body weight in narcotics and lager.

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On Saturday I attended quite possibly the worst Stag do in the history of the world. It's a long post so have put it in spoilers.

The stag began at Codonas in Aberdeen. For those not familiar with Codonas this is a family place with bowling, air hockey, grab machines, crazy golf etc. It's basically for kids and students with nothing better to do. One game of bowling, half a round of crazy golf, 2 go's on the dodgems and that was all we did. Thankfully there was alcohol to be had at the bar there!

So of course there is a kitty. Before I start I feel that I should explain that I bloody hate kittys unless it's at a staff night out where everybody is drinking the same sort of stuff. As somebody who tends to just drink pints I always end up short changed as folk get doubles in etc. I'm not a heavy drinker and hate not being able to just get what I want.

This kitty started with a round of pints (either Fosters or Kronenbourg - shite) before heading straight to Vodka & red bulls. I'm not a fan of vodka but fair enough - it's a stag I'll drink it.

Then all of a sudden the guy with the kitty has gone. He's nowhere to be found and not answering his phone. Turns out he's went off to Burger King and didn't think of telling any of us. Eventually he reappeared but by that point only a couple of us had more drink and most folk were a bit pissed off. Again - it's a stag so let's forget it and just get on with it.

So we soon departed and headed into town to a bar called Krakatoa (used to be Moorings). This is a cracking bar full of different beers and spirits. The first round? Corona. Fucking Corona. Any beer which requires a fecking fruit to be jammed into it to give it flavour is a no from me. Again I drank it without complaint and asked about the next drink (after topping up the kitty earlier). "Don't worry lads the next round is already ordered" we were told - "ordered it with the same time as the Corona".

35 minutes later the barman comes over with a tray of pina coladas which had taken him 45 minutes to make. 7 of them and some death drink for the stag which came in a skull glass and actually tasted better than the pina colada.

Just to confirm - so far I've had: a pint of Fosters, a vodka & red bull, Corona and Del-Boys favourite cocktail and this was over the course of about 4 hours. Wild.

At 7 we had booked for food at a casino which for £15.00 saw us get 1 of anything from the menu for food, a drink and a free £5 chip. Finally the night started to improve here - we all had the drinks we wanted and it was a laugh. We all went to a roulette table and all put our bets on. Out of the 8 of us - 3 of us won, 5 lost all their money straight away. The stag then proceeded to go in the huff and sit in the corner on the phone to his fiance while the 3 of us who had won were still gambling. I ended up about £30 up, one gained about £10 and the last man standing won about £200 and was fuming when he was made to leave by the stag, who was bored out his tits as he didn't go to the bar for a drink and didn't want to use his own for gambling. It was his fecking idea to go to the casino apparently!

So where's best to go after this? A gay bar obviously! Never been into Cheerz before but have heard it's good for a drink if nothing else. KARAOKE NIGHT! Straight in and straight back out again. So we head round the corner to Casc. Casc is by far one of the better pubs in Aberdeen if you like craft beers and cigars. Of course once again the man with the kitty decides to order a round of drinks for everybody, totally ruining the whole point of a pub like this by getting the cheapest one with the lowest alcohol percentage. Casc has 20 odd taps with different types of beer that you can try and then take your pick. Clearly he went for the first one he saw and just hoped we'd all enjoy.

Thankfully it tasted bloody lovely and we were outside in the heated 'cigarden' with beers and cigars. Finally this was turning into a stag party!

For 1 minute. The stag described the place as pretentious, saying he'd lost his buzz and was away to the Spirit Level down the road.

Now we've 8 beers out and cigars that really can only be smoked here with a drink, so 6 of us stay and one of the guys goes off with the stag. Not good form letting him go but in fairness most of us were pissed off with him as he wouldn't say what he wanted to do and then moaned at every place we suggested. So we finish our beers and cigars and head to the Spirit Level.

Now 2 of the guys had already left to head down there so we went expecting to meet 4 of the guys there but there was only 3. The kitty man has disappeared again! This after we had tried to convince him to let somebody else have it after the pina colada round! Turns out he's went and got a train home to Inverurie without saying bye and with the bloody money!

In the Spirit Level you couldn't move for people, couldn't get near the bar and there was a bunch of middle aged people dancing away to a God awful singer. Not my scene and unsurprisingly not the scene for the rest of the group so we left. The stag was complaining about being sober (after only drinking red bull in the Spirit Level where he was for about 40 minutes) so we went to Triple Kirks. A place where we used to go all the time when we worked together (5/6 years ago) - cheap .

The kitty man has finally answered his phone and transferred the money back online so we have £30 for drinks (even though there should have been at least £50 in there by my calculations). I ask for a pint and a few of us head off to grab the only table which happens to be next to a table of drunken girls. The stag then comes over complaining that none of us have told them what the want to drink and that we're not having beer as he's not feeling drunk. The outcome?

Another round of Vodka & Red bulls! Now I'm sitting next to Mr Spoon who I've never met before and appears to have just tagged along from the Spirit Level listening to him go on about the strippers that he recommends for later that night when a round of sambucas appear.

The final drink would be another fucking Vodka & Red bull before I decided to call it a night. Total waste of a day, waste of money and a waste of what could have been a cracking piss up. Home by midnight as well. After I left they went back to the gay bar before going to the strippers.

I'll probably get stick on here for leaving but you've no idea how dull a day it was. Can't wait for the wedding day....

Best Man always makes reference to the Stag do in his wedding speech. Will be interesting to hear his take on events.
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We did the guns nonsense in Riga. Driven out into the middle of nowhere to an abandoned warehouse by a couple of burly Russians to be met by a few of crates of lager and enough weaponry to take over a medium sized country.

Was all set up by some steaming Latvian in the boozer. Clearly wasn't legit but seemed like a good idea 8 hours into a sesh.

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We did the guns nonsense in Riga. Driven out into the middle of nowhere to an abandoned warehouse by a couple of burly Russians to be met by a few of crates of lager and enough weaponry to take over a medium sized country.

Was all set up by some steaming Latvian in the boozer. Clearly wasn't legit but seemed like a good idea 8 hours into a sesh.

No m8, think I'd prefer a few pints in Glasgow then place a few bets at the casino before going to the Garage nightclub

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My mates are all horrible drug taking filthbags, so there wouldn't really be much discussion as to what sort of 'activities' would be happening.

Was on a stag in Ibiza last year and didn't realise until getting on the bus at Glasgow airport on the way home, that the in-laws had been on the holiday with us. They wanted nothing to do with us the entire time, which I don't really blame them.

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