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He's gonna hit that pacifier next.

Fire the bartenders, all your wedding needs is one bottle of disgusting drinkable Fireball whiskey. 

Some groomsmen attached their GoPro camera to the end of a bottle of frat-guy vomit-juice so they could document its journey through a wedding. Starting in the hotel suite, the bottle is consumed face-first by bros before making it to what appears to be an empty hotel bar, then on to the old-lady-tram, and eventually landing at the scenic golf course wedding party pavilion. If you are worried about how everyone's going mouth-to-bottle, never underestimate the disinfecting power of cinnamon (and 33% alcohol by volume)!