Tom

Toot.

Now, Peter was a weird cunny.

He'd sit there and watch you out your window, try and watch your sisters get dressed through their windows, all that sort of stuff.

He was a proper street creeper.

Jesus.

So one night when all the grown-ups had gotten together to go have drinks at...

Someone's house in the street.

Me and me mate got together and thought it would be a great idea to egg the cunt's house.

So I lived right next door to him.

He lived across the road from me mate.

And we went, right, let's go see how many eggs we got.

So we got three cartons.

Peel out the front.

Me mate goes, hey, watch this.

We're going to be smart about this.

So me mate cracks an egg really gently on his brother's ute that was parked out the front so he didn't scratch the paint, is what he said to me.

Threw one on his doorstep, one on my doorstep, and one on the other neighbour's doorstep.

And then we unloaded the rest of the cartons on that cunt's house.

Ran off, hit out the back, got into his dad's Jack Daniels and Siggy's that he hides in the boat.

No wuckers.