Mainze
Striker
In the house I'm in now, nothing. Unless they are getting some work done.
In the old house, f***ing everything.
I got up one Saturday morning, went downstairs, made a cuppa and sat on the couch.
I heard a door burst off it's hinges next door and the fat bint scream 'who's number is this on your phone'
him: One of the lads man.
her: I'll ring it then.
Turns out the number was for the lass who he had been having an affair with for a couple of years.
Entertaining stuff. He'd been on holiday with the other lass and all sorts.
Better than Saturday morning telly.
Touch ID on phones is the best invention ever