That was a low-brow bachelor party. My own never made it to the strip club because drunken brother who demanded to drive everyone despite serious intoxication -- but who we told we were not allowing him to drive us across an international border in such condition -- decided to ram his snow plow on his Chevy Truck into the car in which we had all piled in to go to the establishment in Canada. So, the cops came instead and we had my brother hauled away to jail. Good times. On the good side, it gave us a rock solid story to tell at the wedding reception.
Wedding guest 1: "Where is your brother W?"
ROMAD1: "that Jackass is in jail"
Wedding guest 2: "Where is your brother W?"
ROMAD1: "Rotting jail like the attempted murderer he is"