Michael Roebuck's Blog

As many of you know, Karl Ribas is getting married in a couple weeks. Congratulations to him and his lovely new bride. I heard through the "Twitter" vine that Karl recently had his bachelor party. That's nice. But why wasn't I invited?? I'll tell you why, Karl kept this day quiet because he knew he would be in for it. Let me explain....

Karl likes to play the occasional joke. Well, we all like the occasional joke. Take the following pictures:

For my birthday one year, my office was neatly packaged:


My iconic bobbing head doll was modified and outed my drag days:


My Therapy Buddy committed suicide:


And the list goes on. And on. And on.

With Karl being one of the masterminds behind all my troubles, My wife and I were looking forward to his bachelor party. We were looking forward to seeing Karl enjoy one of his last weekends of singlehood. We wouldn't be mean about it, oh no. We wouldn't have let him get arrested for peeing in public or anything juvenile like that. We had better things in mind: Like having him wake up in another state. And if we could swing it, fly him to that different state.

I have even heard rumors of local dancing establishments that put on quite a show for bachelors soon to loose there single title.

Was Karl scared to let us know he was having his bachelor party? From the pictures he's posted on Twitter, I'd say he didn't sit around the house with his friends playing Go Fish!

I say he was scared that he would be led around stage with a dog collar while dancing girls sat on his back. He was scared that another establishment would whip him with a steel studded belt and write good luck messages about him in places he couldn't reach with a sharpie. I say he was scared that he would have such a good time that he would forget what happened until the pictures were posted on this very blog! Ah ha! That's it! He knew Carrie and I would be there with cameras in hand waiting for the perfect picture that would immortalize him forever. Does such a picture exist?

Well, Karl. Let me tell you something. You don't cheat Carrie and I out of potential well thought out plans. You ain't married yet!

18 days my friend.

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