t o n y p i e r c e . c o m
it was coulter's bachelor
party. after dating his true love for fifty five years, she was finally going
an honest man out of him. so his family and friends decided to gather in los angeles and throw him
the finest bachelor party weekend ever.
the first night, it had been decided would celebrate the masculine side of the man called steve.
in the morning they would eat cereal and shoot guns, then in the evening we would go to the track,
then in the nighttime there would be drinking and laughing and drinking in a hotel room by the airport.
the next day would be a feminine day, a long drive to palm springs for massages, facials, and
fruit flavored poolside cocktails in the desert sun.
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