My stag do era is over. This is what they've taught me about men

My stag do era is over. This is what they've taught me about men

It was getting late when it happened. There were 10 of us there, in a farmhouse somewhere in the Berkshire countryside, where a beer pong game was going to the wire. Three cups left versus two. One side had raced into an early lead, draining cups with ruthless efficiency. But their opponents had shaken it off, got their heads together, and were fighting back. Now the leading team launched another onslaught, their shots flicking the rims of the r…