Dear Father Hood: why do new dads always get so drunk on the first night of a stag weekend?

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Stag. Stag. Stag. Stag. Stag. Awooo. Awooo. Awooo. Apologies for the excitable start to this answer, but I am just back from a three-day stag in the Icelandic capital of Reykjavik. It was the second big bachelor party I’ve been on since our little man was born and I can confirm that I Continue reading