My friend Jimmy finally decided to take the plunge.  We all felt sorry for the dumb bastard, so we all got together and decided that something needed to be done to ease his passing.  Our brainchild: a bachelor party.  I'm not sure if this was an original idea, or perhaps something one of us heard about on the web, but the end result was genius. 

Originally, I was going to write a two-part story chronicling our weekend, but it turns out that I am way too lazy for that, so instead here is a slide show.  A picture is worth a thousand words anyways, right?  Briefly, the weekend was a road trip (with a stop for Big-Os and a keg at Wal-Mart), partying at our hotel in Austin, and hitting the bars on 6th Street.  The second night we had a riveting 'bar golf' tournament, which culminated with a fat girl getting motor boated.  There were many beers, lots of hitting on chicks, the occasional viking hat, and I think seven or eight vomits.  

I have to give a shout out real fast to the guy driving the rickshaw that Jimmy wrecked (sorry for taking away your livelihood dude), and to our bum friend Francis, may you finally get that dollar for bus fare!