When the AlfaMale gets married…

Karlien & Vincent

12 sept 2015

I’m in trouble

Not for being married, but for picking the wrong friends…

It’s very common amongst our friends that when one of us gets married, well, he’s pretty much f*cked!
Especially when you claim to be an AlfaMale. So, yeah, that’s me.

 

Giant crowbar

Apart from the weather, we had a beautiful day.

We had a great service at the O.L.V. o/d Dijle church in Mechelen, shook hands of a million people during our reception and things were even getting better because the party was about to start.

Until my best friends decided the party could wait, and these three morons walked in with a giant crowbar.

From that moment on, I knew I was in trouble…

Now what…?

“It might be better if you sit down” my friends advised me.

While they started setting up a beamer, I looked for a chair and followed their advise.
The smell of fear was strong enough to kill every living thing within a range of 10m.

This video started playing:

Let’s open the biggest AlfaMale crate known to mankind!

In case you’d wonder: YES, the only things we found inside this massive crate were a bottle of Schweppes Tonic and a cheap-ass bottle of Gin…

Oh, and YES, we both have serious hay fever.

Thanks guys

You will now be deleted from Facebook as friends

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Dolfi
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Dingo
Ex-Friend

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Dassy
Ex-Friend

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Wolf
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Roald
Ex-Friend

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Oli
Ex-Friend

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Emanuel
Labbekak

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Alessandro
Ex-Friend

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Micha
Ex-Friend

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Philippe
Ex-Brother

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