No better place for a bachelor party than in the market, where people see you in a giant banana costume and assume you’re either getting married or lost a bet.
Before going out drinking, they went paintballing, though this still didn’t preclude the groom-to-be from having to wear the bright yellow costume in the field.
One of several bachelorette parties we ran into that night.
Banana job. Notice the expression on the guy peering behind the costume.
I can see the moon from here.
This is going on Facebook.
Cheers.
Oh So Good.
HWAAAAAAARGH.
This was a coincidence: running into two people on the street dressed as monkeys when you’re dressed like a giant banana.
Peed a bit.
I ran out of banana jokes.
Wait… a bachelor party in Canada always involves wrapping the lucky bachelor in a banana suit??
Too funny! until he became a puking banana.…
Hahaha, none of us were ready for the puke; it came on rather suddenly. That’s why everyone is just sort of standing around looking helpless.