Mobs

I want to chase the pigs.

Oh, there it is.

Let's go, boys.

Let's chase.

Let's run.

Let's attack.

Oh.

and he's got that voice and then there's pablo who's like this blue arab cross looking thing got real squinty eyes and i reckon he'd have that real mexican sort of latina sort of ways like hey homes where's the pigs at homes i need to get the corona man give me a drink of that corona where's the pigs man i want to get the pigs i just saw a fuck like just funny how you just think of that shit when you're out pigging and you're bored and you're on the piss and that with the lads but

fucking let me know your thoughts are on your dogs and that and how you bikes are being um thinking um how they would talk if they were human so have an absolute ripper one and stay out of yourself

And if I close my eyes now, I can still feel it to this day, just clang, clang, just his soft, delicate ball bag just gently just bashing away on my forehead.

And we had no clue.

For probably two, three months there, we had absolutely no clue how this had happened.

And then one day I call him up and I said, right, this is it.

I've worked it out.

I said, I've done the maths.

While she was laying down, she had a few pillows behind her.

So as he's feeding the sword in, here I am getting clanged on the head by his beanbag.

So anyway, we still laugh about it to the day.

So there you go, mate.

Beanbag action on the forehead.