So tomorrow is my stag do. I'm not really looking forward to it. Grateful for the guys for organising it, though, although I had to take the upper hand in the end when nobody could figure out a time or meeting place. It's a soft one - a night at Jongleurs in Glasgow followed by a long night piss up and a stop off at the casino for those who can keep their eyes open. Which is a typical night out, really. Read reviews about the comedy club and everybody says it pants. But lets face it, people who bitch and moan on the internet (like me) are never happy. The last time I went on a stag do (with some members from this crowd going tomorrow and a similar night) we ended up trying to strip the stag and tie him to a lamp post in the city centre. As he was a bit of a violent bastard, we did it to the best man - his little brother - instead. We were all promptly bollocked by coppers, shortly afterwards. He also never forgave us and hasn't spoken to any of us since the wedding passed by. His older brother wasn't too chuffed in the long run either. The prospect is terrifying. What did you cunts do for your stag do?