WTF? Boys who like boys who like boys

SO I invited Pierre around for a meal. He arrived all dressed up with a floppy shirt and fancy trousers and eau-de-cologne. Guess he thought he was on to a sure thing. He looked a bit crestfallen when he saw that my housemate was there, but he cheered up when he saw that there was football on the television.

Anyway, to cut a long and very boring story short, Bepe and Pierre ended up spending most of the evening watching football, drinking beer and bashing each other on the back in a cheerful way while I had to stir the sauce in the kitchen and serve it up, only to be told, "This pasta is overcooked," by Bepe and "this sauce is a leetle burned." by Pierre.

Finally I went to bed and left them to their football. When I got up this morning there was a note: "Thank you for the lovely evening. Call soon -- we'll go to my place!"

So who do you think the note was for? Beats me.


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