Nice Girls Don't............

I've been hearing some bizare tales of boys on rugby tour. Some of the people involved are known to me (Shagger).

The first is a sweet, two boys meet two girls story. They spent the night together in a double hotel room and everything went very well. The respective boys liked the respective girls and vice verce. In the morning, the boys left early for breakfast and let the ladies sleep in. The girls, being much impressed, left a note, thanking them for a wonderful evening and suggesting they meet up again, then slipped out leaving the door slightly ajar.

Before the lads had returned for breakfast, another of the rugby boys had snooped around the room, found the note and using his imagination and bowls, did a swirly turd in the ash tray, then stood the note upright in the poo.

Having devoured their bacon and eggs, the two lover boys returned, only to be completely baffled by the mixed messages the girls had apparently left them.