MC

Yes, let's go.

Anyway, yeah, back on that front, mate.

I just also want to say fucking super proud of you, Tommy.

You had that fucking photo come up, mate, the other day of, yeah, of fucking looking a bit bigger than what you were, mate.

And, yeah, I just want to reach out and say fucking proud of you, mate.

Fucking knocked the weight off.

for the Potty Royale first one, and then you just fucking continue to maintain it, mate, so, super proud, mate, and I think, I think, boys, if you got other mates in that that you're proud of as well, you know, just for doing stuff, just let them know, because it's just, it's the thing, fucking proud of you too, Pooh, you're fucking getting there too, brother, you're knocking it off, and yeah, going hard, just chip it away, so, and one more thing, I'll just leave it, boys, a lot of Asians, like, really good at maths,

because they ate their dog before it could eat their homework.

G'day, boys.

It's MC here, the rough-headed roof tiler, calling in with another installment of the Adventures of MC and Muggs.

They're going to take you back to the 90s.

Mid-90s, in fact.

Mobs and I were a pair of people-faced, prepubescent tearaways getting stuck into our work.

My family have always been keen on camping holidays.

This story involves Mobs tagging along.

A few days into our trip, we noticed the campsite next door to us had a couple of girls of a similar age.

Over the next few days, we get chatting with them, a little bit of flirting, all the rest of it, you know how it is.

So it's the last Saturday night.

Up until this point, Mobs and I

We've had the best time of our life and think life couldn't get any better.