Stag night aftermath

A good friend of mine, Morten, just got married.
I didn't make it to his wedding (cause I had to work, yey) but I did make it to his stag night.

First we threw him out of an airplane, and then we drove him into the forest and up a mountain side and forced him to down a bottle of Vodka (he had his first drink at midnight, so we had to be a bit rough on him).

There was no stripper, but we had a big bondfire burning all night and everyone had a good time. At least until the next morning when we woke up outside hung over as hell with no water in sight. And most retarded of all was the groom.

Mission accomplished.