lads weekend
When the girls leave and the lads are left alone to drink, scream, and watch football like it's the last game on Earth. It's like a party where the only rules are 'no pants' and 'no shame'.
I came home to a house that looked like a war zone. Someone had painted the walls with beer and someone else had a tattoo of a football on their head.
My mate said he had a 'lads weekend' and now his mum thinks he's dead.
We watched the World Cup final on a broken TV with a chicken leg for snacks. It was glorious.