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Consider the two dudes in this photo: we are going to call the turquoise one Larry and the married one Carl Johnny John-John Jr. Judging by what appears to be a fucking starfish lapel badge, Larry and John-John are tite. How does "tite" differ from being "tight"? It is titer. Throw in the fact that there are no other humans at this wedding and it is safe to assume that Larry is the best man. Throw in the fact that this is the best man and you can assume they talked about this on the stag-do.The stag-do, I think it's safe to assume here, was these two men, sat on the roof of a caravan, throwing their empty beer bottles at dogs.Again, that's not a slur. We all have fun in a different way. But can you see these guys flying to Latvia for "one last night of fun"? No. One of them almost certainly had to wake up early to fix a large piece of machinery. Another has definitely killed fish with dynamite before. The stag-do was a simple affair, where these words happened: "Yo, so bro, so yo, I'm gonna propose to Jeanette"—I am assuming his girlfriend's name is Jeanette—"I'm gonna propose to Jeanette at your wedding." And the dude whose wedding it was—it was his stag night, remember, he was probably eight Coors Light deep by now, surrounded by the corpses of stray bottled dogs—said: "This is a good idea."Trending on MUNCHIES: Being a Bouncer Means Breaking Up a Lot of Fights Over Spilled Drinks
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