you gotta know when hold 'em, know when to fold 'em

I know that it's a venial sin to bring a camera to a bachelor party, but when you lose a bet or two and get your head shaved, photo documentation is handy:



A very sentimental high school ring and a newly acquired bandanna were placed on the line against my curly locks.

We went double or nothing on # of pushups/60 sec and I hit 44. The bachelor crushed me.

The last bet was a beer chugging contest, 2 beers to my one.

This was a push, I swear, but when I got back to the hotel room, there was no welshing on this bet.





I had a Mohawk for a few days, but I had to buzz the 'hawk when I got back to civilization.