Jun 13, 2015
So your out on the strip wiv your mates checking out the cheekers. Yourself and the lads start to get a bit hank marvin but your m8 Ricky says you don’t have enough dosh to slip out for a quick cheeky nandos. Then your m8 Alan who’s the archbishop of banterbury says “oi lads, tescos ain’t too faraway we could get a few cheeky snacks” and you think top, let’s smash it. You get into Tesco’s only to realize that none of the snacks are banterrous enough but then your m8 simon says “oi lads, how’s bout a cheeky kit kat” and you say “simon my son ur an absolute fuckin ledge, lets smash it”
