My mate Phil in a dress with a flower in his mouth and a golden eagle on his shoulder
March 26th 2018 I had always wanted to visit Lisbon. However, I had never particularly wanted to visit as a group of eleven lads from Yorkshire, especially when one of them, the stag, was attired in a flamenco dancer’s dress. Which he pulled off very well and appeared far too comfortable; thus, the whole pre-wedding public humiliation idea kind of backfired.
I’m generally not a fan of forced fun, hence I
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