OK, big question here: how will the outcome of the EU referendum affect the historical coming-of-age that is the lads holiday?
Yeah, we know about trading loss, tighter border control and job cuts and all the rest of it. But if Britain votes out, will sixth former's still be able to budget an all-inclusive to Shagaluf? That's the most pressing concern.
Experts have warned a Brexit could impact the current ease with which we go abroad, claiming it'd lead to higher air fares and fewer scheduled flights.
But would it really? Do you honestly think either party is going to put a knife in that massive market of British boozing on tour?
Let's say it does. Let's say Britain leaves the EU on June 23rd and ends these annual super-sessions. And all that's left of us are the memories of a simpler time.
Well, we've got some of them, just in case, when we recently asked you - the lads, the readers - to send us your fondest, vilest lads' holiday stories/pictures/videos. And you didn't disappoint.
"Our mate chippy was nursing a semi with a different universe hangover, then he farted thinking it was all safe. Instead he yelled 'Ohhhhh, fuck!' and walked over to another friend called Edd (who was also in a state) and proclaimed the words 'Get the fuck away from me!'. Chippy makes his way to the toilet with the sheets in his hand to finish off the business, our other friend James was on the balcony half asleep, unaware of the chaos inside. Then Edd comes out on the balcony and says 'Have you heard the news? Chippy has shat the bed.'
"Now me and my other friend Daniel were down at the pool enjoying the sun, Danny receives a text from Chippy saying 'Help me, I've shat the bed.' We are both in disbelief, he goes to investigate while I stay put, the general agreement being he would be back in a few minutes because it was just a joke, he returns to me in stitches, so we both hurry back to the room, there I find chippy sat on the toilet covered by his green poo stained sheets in his hand, what followed was hours of laughter followed by a cunning plan to steal some new sheets to avoid paying a fee, and to chuck the dirty sheets in a bush. The end." John Hirst, recalling his shit trip to Zante in 2015
"I went on holiday with a mate recently. We're both two really big Spurs fans and the England v Germany game was on out there. We spent all day Saturday drinking and by the time the game comes round, my mate turned round to me and said 'If Eric Dier scores a last minute winner, I'm getting his name tattooed on my arse.' I didn't believe him and it didn't cross my mind that Dier would even get anywhere near the scoresheet, however, duly, Dier scored in the last minute and in the celebrations I jibed at him that I'd give him 10 if he actually was gonna get the tat. Went into town with him the following day and he walks into the tattoo parlour, which I thought was a joke. He walks out 15 minutes later with nothing less than 'I love Eric Dier' tattooed on his left arse cheek."
Will Taylor, arse photographer
"Eight of us went to Malia last year my mate Alex (after some hard work) managed to get a shit and I mean a massive shit into a condom, froze it named it the arctic pipeline and we took it out on the strip with us and played poo roulette as well as taking it into a club with us. Ladies weren't lining up that night!"
Edward Handford, friend of dirty poo-fetishist Alex
"On holiday in Magaluf, my mate's phone got water damaged at a foam party. He spent the next three days soaking it in rice to clear the water out and not being able to use it. It started working again on the last day only for him to pass out on the beach that night and get robbed, bastards took £40 and his phone." Jack Minto-Lindgren. Mint name, shit experience
"Well basically from what I remember, by the time we landed, got to the hotel and sorted our shit out it was 11pm. We checked in, had a power hour and went out. I can only remember leaving the hotel and a bit of the walk to the strip. After we'd been in a few places my mate Jack was like 'hey lets get some weed for later'. I'm like 'fuck yeah', so we find one of those dudes that sell sunglasses and shit hats, but he had a lot more than just shit hats.
"Things happened that I can't remember. But I do remember both hiding in a bush trying to roll. I can't even think of anything to describe how bad the roll was, it was just a ball of shit. Next thing I know I'm being shouted at by my mate Tom because there's some drug dealers up at the hotel shouting my name saying I owe them money. I'm shit scared but we decide to go back, Jack loses his shit and heads for a fence but he's pissed up, and cuts all his chest. I get smuggled in by security, hidden under one of the lads' beds, and we can just hear them outside. Jack again loses his shit and heads off to pack his bag and get his shit from the security box at reception. After that we're running around the hotel trying to hide about 60 quids' worth. Jack calms down a bit. After that I remember waking up with the worst hangover. For the rest of the week we were terrified to leave the hotel."
Reece
"@paulevag split his balls Go Karting in Zante. Shit driver, crashed into the tyres."
Louis Kasapi, non-squeamish
"Last summer me and my friends went to Zante and ended up playing the odds game, to cut a long story short my friend ended up with this tattoo."
Elliott Williams
"We were on a lads' holiday in Sunny Beach, Bulgaria last year and it was our mate's 20th birthday out there. We hired a boat for it and caught this perfect slow-mo moment of him popping champagne to celebrate."
Nick Chawner
"This one is quite hard to write, but very very easy to envision. My first lads' holiday in Magaluf took an extreme toll on my health. The first night out had bed ridden me for a couple of days afterwards, and this particular instance was the knockout blow (not literally). I was extremely hungover and fading away rapidly at this point, so sensibly, I decided to give the boat party a miss, understandably. I lay in bed wondering if my health or current circumstance could get any worse. Minutes later, I found out, yes it fucking could.
"I'm sure you'll be able to see the Jackass similarities in this story. So my friends come back from the boat party happy as Larry, and there's me lying there like a display fish in a supermarket, awaiting my fate. My friend, Sam, bursts into the room, ranting and raving about how amazing and just unforgettable the boat party was. All I could hear was loud noises coming from his mouth, that was it. A few minutes later he notices just how ill I am and decides to pick his beak and wipe a mini shrek on my leg. I'm sure this would make pretty much any lad spew, but I'm particularly prone to spewing as soon something like this happens. So as soon as I clock what's happened, I'm running about ill as fuck looking for somewhere/someone to spew in/on, and I managed to get to the sink, and with that, I brought fucking every up: crisps from that day, chocolate and the previous night's kebab. While I'm shitting out my mouth, my mate Kris who is equally as spew-trigger-happy, maybe even worse than me, decides he needs to let it out as well, so he lets it go, and uses my head as a replacement toilet bowl. To make things worse, and even funnier, this wasn't even my room. While this is happening, my other mate, Greer burst through the door and as soon as he seen the chaos, he also let up a bit on whoever's room floor it was. It was literally a live action Family Guy spew scene."
Sean Heggie
Words by Josh Teal and assorted lads
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