Hen dos are horrid.
Women hunt in packs, men hunt solo.

Thus a pretty girl with more than half a brain can pick apart a group of lads, simply by flirting with each one in turn, but a guy approaching a hen do will be torn apart.

Ugh.

I organised my mate's stag do, in which we went to a comedy club in Bristol (yeah, yeah). There was a hen do in front of us, with the obligatory camp gay male friend. Five words: pink, cock-shaped deely-boppers.

Ugh.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Tue 28 Jan 2014, 12:13, 2 replies, latest was 11 years ago)

This is one of the many reasons I have no female friends.
Well, no common ones, anyway.
( b3th Not shit. Not mod., Tue 28 Jan 2014, 12:15, Reply)

I have never met a woman over 20 that has liked hen dos.
Stag dos can be great, though - mine was. My brief was simply that I enjoy getting drunk in the company of my friends. Considering what pricks my friends are, I suggested we do it a relatively good distance from civilisation.

Cue us going to a nice house on the outskirts of a nice little village in Devon for a weekend, where we went fishing in the morning, and sat by the swimming pool in the afternoon and evening, chatting, playing, and drinking our own bodyweight in booze.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Tue 28 Jan 2014, 12:24, Reply)

Why were you wearing "pink cock shaped deely boopers"
On a stag do?
(Bonzodog29 is an unemployed sponge of the worst kind, Tue 28 Jan 2014, 12:17, Reply)

Because we are SERIOUSLY wacky.
100% LOOOOONEY, that's us!
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Tue 28 Jan 2014, 12:20, Reply)

Kerr- azzzzy

(Bonzodog29 is an unemployed sponge of the worst kind, Tue 28 Jan 2014, 12:24, Reply)