Disapproving reporter: 1, castle: 0, teacher: 0. I'm filing this one as another case of, "I'm actually quite surprised they didn't arrest the property owner for assault."
Were it Texas, the property would've survived unscathed, but I wouldn't place the teacher's chances anywhere near as high, both on the "surviving" and "unscathed" odds.
I'm not completely sure that's a good thing. It really would be a shame if some damned fool got drunk and ended up dead because of a set of really idiotic actions. After all, that damned fool could be me! Then again, being an American and quite aware of the potential consequences of playing this particular game in the US, perhaps I'd be less likely to do something quite so spectacularly dumb. Deterrence at its finest!
The one we saw in Dublin was called a stag as well. Something the English and probably the Irish do.
Of course, the one we helped with had a midget dressed as a smurf (white pants, shoes, and a smurf hat, no shirt, entire body painted blue) and handcuffed to the groom for 24 hours. He was not to be released for anything. Dropping a deuce? Yep - the smurf will be with you. Sleeping? Yep - the smurf will be with you.
Anecdotal, but they seem to take stag parties seriously...
Posted by: ronaprhys on September 2, 2008 01:24 PM