... that I'm the last man standing on my own stag night? Every other cunt is in bed. We've smashed the pie out of Edinburgh and aimless about £600 in the Saphire Bar (with some lovely Jock strippers). We went for a massage next door and everyone bailed when the price list came out. Do I need better friends, or more stamina? Given a choice I'd still have a face full of porridge-textured, sweat-smelling clunge. Sent from my X10i, probably from the loo, using Tapatalk.