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Bodog Nation contributing writer Jake Gosselin recently wrote about a Las Vegas bachelor party he attended that was hosted by the professional party crew over at Vegas VIP. Here's an excerpt from the tale.

Davin found himself in the VIP room with a stripper not once, but twice. He was so thoroughly charmed that he simply handed her his credit card and acquiesced to her every suggestion. I have no idea whether any state laws were broken up there, but I'm pretty sure that at least a few ethical and possibly hygienic ones were.

When Davin returned from his first trip upstairs, he had a grin so wide and enduring I was afraid his lips might crack. When it was time for all of us to go, he made a quick last minute decision to return to the VIP room instead. Sadly, we were forced to leave him behind as we knew he wouldn't be back until Visa pulled the plug on him. As we left, I whispered a prayer into the night: "God speed Davin, and may the Patron Saint of Strippers, Hunter S. Thompson, smile on you tonight."

Read the rest of A Vegas Bachelor Party Tale in Bodog Nation.