This Wasn’t Entertainment, This Was A Gross Freakshow
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“At a friend’s bachelorette party, we headed to a grotty adult entertainment club, where a particularly sweaty and greased up male dancer took a drink from the hands of one of the partygoers. He put it on the stage and proceeded to do push-ups, dipping his junk into the drink. He’d also just put shaving cream all over himself, for some reason, so there were big blobs of that and a film of grease all floating in this girl’s drink, which this bloke has been dipping his knob in and out of. She still took it and downed it in one gulp, then licked around the inside of the glass. I nearly threw up.”
Her Bachelorette Party Ended The Marriage Before It Even Began
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“A girl in my town was about to be married and was having her bachelorette party four days prior to her wedding. The party started off fun and, of course, everyone got wasted quite quickly. But later that evening, her four best friends had a special surprise for the bride. They got to the hotel room and found a dancer from England. (The bride was from Germany, this fact will be relevant later on). Well, one thing led to another and the girls started to make out with each other and then with the dancer. Suddenly one of the bridesmaids pulled out a bag of blow and they want to try it. What is the best way to snort blow during your bachelorette party? Of course, off of the dancer’s junk. After they got high, a few girls fooled around with the dancer, one of them being the bride’s best friend, who was married and a mother of a 9-year-old.
But now comes the best part: the dancer filmed it all! The girls knew about this and even held the camera (his phone).
After that night, the dancer left the country and was not seen again. The bride married her husband four days later and no one wanted to talk about that night again.
About a week after the marriage, the dancer showed the video to some German guy in a bar in England. Turns out this guy actually KNEW the girls and was even at the wedding. One thing led to another and the video ended up being uploaded onto an adult site and several other adult sites. Oh yeah, and of course they got divorced a few days later…
It is a crazy story and it is even crazier that I see her every day in our small town.”
She Switched Her Story When She Realized The Consequences
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“I used to work at one of the busiest bars in my city, which was very popular for Stag/Hen nights from all over the country or neighboring countries. We saw some really messed up stuff with Stag/Hen nights.
The worst Hen was much worse than anything I’d ever seen, I ended up having to give a statement to the police. There were about 20 women, whose ages ranged from the 20s to 60s, all dressed up as Minions, with the Hen (bachelorette) being a Minion in a dress. They started off alright, pretty loud but you can’t blame them for that, but as the night went on, the Hen got EXTREMELY wasted. I was on the floor collecting glasses when I walked past a crowd gathered around one of the ground level speakers, I stepped in to see what was going on, but I was not prepared.
The Hen was sitting on the speaker, legs splayed, underwear gone, with about three different people’s hands all having a feel. She seemed to be loving the attention, beckoning people to join in and waving at the people filming. At this point, I called security over and they dispersed the crowd and brought the Hen into one of the quiet areas, gave her some water, and made sure she’s ok. She seems happy but the rest of the party are either arguing with each other or crying. Her mother, also at the party was definitely not happy. But the worst part was when one of the people filming, came into the quiet area to tell her that he knows her fiancé, and had already sent him the video. She then ordered security to phone the police and changed her story from, ‘Just a bit of fun on my hen night’ to ‘I was violated.’ The whole thing was awful.”
It Was Like Babysitting A Kid All Over Again At This Bachelorette Party
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“It was my best friend’s (Marie) bachelorette party. Me, Marie, her mom, sister, sister-in-law, and our friends went out to eat. Then, we went dancing downtown. We totally got trashed. Her family was the only ones who were sober. They drove Marie and me.
Marie decided she wanted to go to a bar across town. Then she starting throwing up in her mom’s car, all over the floor and herself. We got to this other bar and got her a reusable grocery bag to barf in. I walked like a mile, in my high heels, to go get her a glass of water from the bar.
When I came back everyone is upset cause Marie wouldn’t get out of the car and keeps missing the grocery bag we gave her to throw up in. So I came up to her and told her, ‘Marie! Come on get out of the car! Now!!’
She said, ‘Oh my gosh girl…you’re supposed to be my friiiiieeeend.’ And started crying. I grabbed her around the waist (she’s a tiny thing) and pulled her out of the car and makd her sit on the door frame. Once she stopped throwing up, we decided to just go home.
Well, then I started throwing up, though I had enough sense to hang my head out the car window. I probably terrified all of the other drivers. I guess the way the window was made caused Marie’s sister-in-law, who was sitting in the far back seat, to get hit with a fine spray of my vomit. There was a massive swath of vomit along the side of the car. We made it back to Marie’s mom’s house. They helped us wasted girls inside.
I went into the shower. I’m super close with Marie’s family, but I never wanted them to see me like THAT. I blacked out in the shower. I came to a few times. One of which was everyone helping Marie go to the bathroom. Then someone screamed, ‘IT’S ON THE FLOOR!!’ Someone grabbed toilet paper and picked something up off the floor. Come to find out Marie must not have communicated to her family that she was in the process of pooping. They tried lifting her off the toilet and a turd fell on the floor.
We all went to bed and me and Marie kinda woke up at 7 am. I told her about the bathroom incident then. She was mortified. Even more so when she found some evidence under one of her fake nails.”
The Night Smelled Like “Regret And Body Oil”
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“It was my sister-in-law’s bachelorette party. Vegas. Day drinking by the pool got outta hand and everyone passed out at the hotel for a midday nap. I actually stayed behind that night because I had the margarita flu. I woke up at 4 am to a knock. The maid of honor had returned and she was crying. She apparently met up with one of the dudes we met at the day pool and had fooled around. She tearfully called her BOYFRIEND OF SEVEN YEARS and confessed everything right then. At 4 am.
We regrouped for a new day.
Day drinking got the best of the bride. She was down for the count at 3 pm. She’s unable to walk, so we got her out of the pool and over to the taxi line in a wheelchair. The bride threw insults at the cab driver the whole ride back and barely managed to hold back vomit.
Upon arrival at the hotel, she took a nap in a bush. Security was called. Again, the bride finds herself in a wheelchair. We got a tour of the hotel, through staff areas, up a service elevator, and into our room. She barfed 3 times on the journey. The bride then fell unconscious. Nap time.
We had pre-purchased tickets to Thunder Down Under and the conscious girls didn’t want to miss it, especially since it was paid for.
We went to the show, leaving bride to rest and leaving maid of honor to tend to her (and also continue moping about the whole cheating on her boyfriend thing).
Bride finally woke up around 11 pm. Everyone else wanted to gamble. She wanted to go see some naked dudes! She missed the show earlier and it’s her bachelorette party and she wanted to go, dang it! So most people went to gamble. A few of us took the bride to a…ummmm…. non-classy adult entertainment joint. The place was sketchy as all get out. Dudes literally bent you over and slam into your butt then demand $25. It smelled like regret and body oil.
We left the men’s area and decide to chill with the naked chicks of the ladies’ side. The dancers befriended us, got handsy, and took things a bit too far. We politely left before we became a part of an HPV group fooling around.
We drove home in silence.”
They Couldn’t Have Known She’d Ruin The Wedding Before It Even Started
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“I went to a combo bachelor/bachelorette party. My (then wife) and I were invited because we recently met the bride-to-be. We were at a friend of a friend’s house when we were invited, and this friend of a friend asked if we wouldn’t mind taking her to the party. She was invited but the house was a bit off the beaten path.
The next day, we picked her up and headed out to the party. Things went fine for the first several hours, then an angry scream started from upstairs. It seems the girl we brought to the party was fooling around with the about to be groom in a bedroom up there and were caught in the act by the bride. Ugh.
We felt really bad, considering that we brought her to the party (not that we knew her very well) but the bride treated us well. The girl we brought had the nerve to come sheepishly down the stairs and tell us she was ready to leave now. We told her she was on her own for a ride home. Good luck, as it was about 75 miles away. Unless the former bride-to-be wanted us to take her, in which case we would. The girl got home eventually. We stayed to support the former bride. It was an awful situation.”
What He Saw In The VIP Room Cannot Be Unseen
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“While bouncing at a busy hipster club one weekend, I’m doing wristbands at the door when this bachelorette party comes stumbling to the door. It’s about 11 at night and these girls are already pretty trashed. The bachelorette had one of those stupid sashes and her and her three friends were dressed to impress. I let them in, nothing crazy.
Fast forward 30 minutes later and I rotate with another bouncer and stand guard at the sidebar, which is also where the green room was. It wasn’t a VIP type thing, people just went in there to do illegal substances with the club owner and his cousin (we can call them Chris and Steve) who were there every single night preying on girls. These guys were in their late 30s and this club was mostly 18-25, so while I thought it was creepy, they never left alone so the girls didn’t seem to think so. I see the bachelorette party girls doing shots at this sidebar and Chris giving them free shots and making small talk. I had seen him in action many times so I knew he was just trying to hook up with someone.
They convince the bachelorette to let Chris, Steve, and one of the bartenders (we can call him Joe) do body shots off her while she laid on the bar with her friends cheering her on. Then she and two of her friends started doing shots off each other and everyone got really really hammered. I get bored and begin making small talk with one of her friends, who was supposed to DD but was in no position to be driving. During the next few minutes, Steve convinces the bachelorette to come into the green room to, I assume, do coke while her other two friends talk to some guys. I see Steve and Chris and bachelorette go in, and like 30 seconds later Chris comes running out and gets Joe, who goes in. I get her friend’s phone number, break off my conversation, and make my way to the door while the girl I was talking to meets up with the other two friends who all, I guess, assumed the bachelorette was in the bathroom. Right before I get to the door, Joe busts out and says, ‘You gotta get in on this!’
I walk in and this girl is on the couch on all fours with her dress hiked up saying the dirtiest crap getting railed by Chris while giving an incredibly sloppy ‘happy ending’ to Steve. In between all that, she keeps saying, ‘Bang me harder!’ Joe runs over, whips his junk out and she starts going to town on him, too, saying crap like, ‘Give me that, this is my last night.’ Then she flips onto her back and everyone switches around. No one is wearing protection mind you, the contents of her purse are all over the couch and floor, then another bouncer (we can call him Mike) comes in looking for me so we can rotate spots and stops in his tracks to stare at the bachelorette group banging going on. Without saying a word, he runs over and drops his pants to his ankles.
Just as she is about to start blowing him, she throws up all over his junk and fills his bunched up pants and boxers with what seemed like a gallon of throw up. He tried to step back, but being immobilized by his pants, he fell back and put a hole in the drywall behind him. Joe sees this happen in front of him and can’t hold down whatever he ate before his shift because he blows chunks all over her chest, which were hanging out of her dress, as well as all over her dress and bachelorette sash, all while still porking her. He makes this awkward sigh of relief. He did all this without messing up his rhythm; I don’t know if he actually finished, but he kept going for at least another 10 seconds. I don’t think she even realized he blew chunks on her because she was still leaned over the side of the couch, still heaving, and there was music playing kinda loud.
Chris is yelling at Mike for putting a hole in the wall and Steve is rolling on the floor laughing. Me being the only sober one in the room, I tell Steve to put all her crap back in her purse, then I lead her to one of the two bathrooms in the green room (Mike had now made his way to the other one). I tell Chris to go get her friends and tell her she threw up and was in the bathroom. Joe, fortunately, didn’t get any puke on himself so he just went back to the bar like nothing happened. Her friends come to her rescue, clean her up, and they all promptly leave like nothing happened.
Now here’s the really messed up part. About three weeks later, the girl that gave me her number (I had lost it) walks up while I’m working the door. I somehow remember her name and ask her how her friend’s wedding went. She looks kind of puzzled and I tell her they were here a few weeks ago for her bachelorette party and we talked. Her eyes get really big and she starts telling me the bachelorette had accidentally pocket-dialed her fiance while she was getting railed on the couch and left a voicemail of it. She claims to have no memory of any of it but acknowledges that they had lost track of her a few times that night and weren’t sure where or what exactly happened. I play dumb and say that sucks. Then I tell everyone involved, who all seem to think it was funnier than anything. I quit working there shortly after that because that crap is depressing and it was always something every night.”
This Bachelorette Party Went Viral
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“The bachelorette party was turned into a party open to the public with a male dancer booked first then multiple female dancers booked later. The party was advertised on multiple social media networks and was hyped up to be party of the year. The male dancer had car issues and never made it. The party was a bust and the night ended with the bride-to-be making out with the female dancers and getting a bottle inserted in her private parts. Multiple times. Pretty sure a few people got footage on Snapchat.”
This Future Mother-In-Law Had Some Weird Ethics
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“The bride-to-be was blowing a male dancer while everyone in her party was cheering her on, including her future mother-in-law. Louder cheers happened when he blew his load in her mouth.
It’s the future mother-in-law that made it super ‘What the heck?'”
“I Learned Never To Work In Shady Clubs”
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“I was a bouncer at a small (kind of shady) club for gay man and women and there were, sometimes, a few bachelorette parties at the place. Nothing unusual but not that common either. At the first one of these parties, it began as you would expect: drinks, music, some male dancers here and there, but nothing too outrageous. During the night, I would cycle between standing outside and staying inside, exchanging places with another bouncer. Now I stayed inside at the very beginning as people were coming because I didn’t want to have to interact with people and my buddy didn’t have a problem with that. Later, as most people had arrived, I switched. When I returned to the party after staying outside for two hours or so, most of the ladies were absolutely trashed, and not coincidentally the dancers were a bit more… raunchy, let’s put it that way. But after a while, I realized that some of the girls didn’t really look too comfortable with their ‘interactions’ with the dancers and some of the guys were being extremely pushy. This is where crap got off the rails.
I pulled one of the dancers aside and asked him what the heck he was doing. He called me a ‘white knight cuck’ and told me to go away. Alrighty then. I headed to the manager of the club and he told me that, ‘The women act like they don’t like it but that’s why they’re here, they here for a man’s junk, and if the boys enjoy themselves with the pretty one, so what? What do you have to do with it?’ And that’s where I told I wasn’t working there anymore, but I’d finish the night at least. That was a mistake. At the end of the night, I got to the changing room to change out of my uniform and the guys started talking trash, but I mostly ignored them, getting my things and heading out. That is, until one of them pushed me and asked, ‘You freaking deaf bro?’ I realized they are ganging up on me. Now, I’m a big dude but I wasn’t hired as a bouncer for my physical prowess. Sure, I can fight Aikido but that’s not much use against eight buff guys. At that point, I panicked. I thought, ‘Maybe if I act crazy aggressive, they might be intimidated and back off.’ I was wrong, so so wrong. I got beat to a pulp, got a fractured rib and lost a tooth.
That was when I learned never to work in shady clubs.”
Her Bad Habits Were Bringing The Whole Party Down
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“A bachelorette party I attended a couple of months ago took place in Florida. The trip was lovely, everyone got along very well- except one girl who was an outlier. I was friends with her in high school and we stayed close. We bonded in recent years over sobriety — we attended AA meetings together and supported each other. More recently, our friendship grew distant and I had an inkling why, but according to her everything was fine.
Back to the bachelorette trip. She was acting shady and sketchy the whole time. When she wasn’t disappearing for hours at a time and leaving activities early, she was shaky and sweating and on edge. Long story short, we eventually searched her bag and found needles and baggies of smack. We decided not to tell the bride-to-be and talk to her after the trip. That all changed when we came back from dinner (that she’d bailed on) and found her in bed looking gray and really messed up. She was alive but barely functioning. We had a doctor on our trip so she monitored her and after it was decided she was ok, we went and told everyone. The police were called (not my idea but with 14 emotionally distressed women, drastic measures were introduced), but they said they were not going to come unless she was OD-ing. Her parents were called at 3 in the morning and more or less had the reaction of, ‘We had a feeling she was using again, we were hoping she wouldn’t on the trip.’
We confronted her in the morning and she went right to the airport. She’s in rehab now and I wish her the best. The trip was totally tarnished and I slept for two days after I got home; everyone was exhausted and drained. It could have gone a lot worse and hopefully, this was a wake-up call for her. She promptly rescinded her RSVP to the wedding, which was probably for the best.”
Her Trashy Past Wasn’t Going To Let This Marriage Last
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“I was a bridesmaid to a roommate/friend who I still can’t believe was part of my life. I tell people about this girl now and get the impression they think I’m making it all up. I wish I was.
Bride-to-be was a party girl and then some. She had two bachelorette parties and I only went to the first one because she knew I wouldn’t handle the hot mess of illegal substances and dancers that was the main event. Honestly, I took it as a compliment.
The bad behavior all happened at bachelorette party #2.
It took me a while to get the full story out of the other bridesmaids, but apparently, bride-to-be took her party to the same adult entertainment club as the bachelor. She got into a huge fight with the groom-to-be and revealed to him that she’d been working as a lady of the night behind his back for the entirety of their relationship.
The wedding did go on as planned and they were married for a year, even after I’d cut ties with her. Later on, she threatened to stab me, but that’s a story for another time. After they split, the bride vanished from existence for a couple of years and when she finally reappeared online, she was working under a different name as an award-winning adult film star and Internet personality.
Groom went on to meet a lovely girl and lived happily ever after.”
These Witches Wouldn’t Be Invited To Anything Ever Again
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“At my best friend’s bachelorette party, her sister was maid of honor. It was a whole weekend crap show that I will try and summarize. The Highlights:
- Witch Sister (MOH) gave herself and her cousin, who is the carbon copy twin of Witch Sister, a room upgrade at the hotel, leaving Bride in the regular room.
- Witch sister complained about seven girls drinking one bottle together, said we were ‘trashy.’ What? It’s a bachelorette party.
- Witch Sister and Witch Cousin stayed in their room all day ‘decorating.’ Tried to convince us, the people with the bride, to leave the location of the party and buy them drinks.
- At the club night planned, Witch Sister, Witch Cousin, and another Bridesmaid left the rest of the bachelorette party (bride included) after twenty minutes to go drink in their room. When they finally returned, they had all changed outfits. Witch sister was wearing a tiara, the bridesmaid was wearing a white dress. All three of them polished off, you guessed it, an entire bottle of the hard stuff.
- We played a Bachelorette party game, sort of like a have you ever, but with cards, where Witch Cousin kept calling things ‘tacky.’ Including cybering, but when a card came up about ‘Sleeping with your friend’s boyfriend,’ she said: ‘Only if you want to make her mad.’
- Witch Cousin did Witch Sister’s hair all nicely, took about forty minutes. Half-did the brides bc of ‘time limits.’
- We went out to dinner. Witch Sister and Witch Cousin talked to Bride like she was a child, told her what to order.
It was horrible. We ended up doing a mini bachelorette without those chicks and had pizza and drinks.”