Never again
When I was on a badly planned 18-30 holiday to Benidorm there was a stag and hen night party. The blokes went on one pub crawl and the girls on another and you met up later that night at the same club, however you could go on the hen night if you were a bloke but you dressed as a girl. Sod it thought I it might be a laugh so I borrowed the goods from the girl in the next room, it turns out she was a bouncy at a club in Moss Side ( scary lass and I can tell you she ate me alive ) and voila there I was short white dress, and black thong, lippy, perfume and whatever you do guys never let a woman near you with eye lash curlers. Never before have I been so shocked! they were drinking me under the table, random women were coming up to me in the street lifting my dress and taking photos of the old fella sometimes behind an unsubstantial thong other times tackle out. The girls were downing drinks, being sick, starting fights and getting off with each other ( which was fine by me ). When we eventually met up with the blokes it turns out they had a shite night. The moral os this is Women are animals when they are out on their own in a group they hunt in packs and are ruthless. It also raised the ulitmate question of where do they keep their money. Remeber white dress and a load of pesatos stuffed in the thong. But it also answered the question of why us fellas always have to buy them drinks.
(CarlosTheJackal wants some tissues, Fri 16 Mar 2007, 8:54, Reply)