Ahh Spring.

Spring, when a young pisshead lady’s fancy lightly turns to sitting outside Heathway station shouting out “Slaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaag!” and “Oi! Frigid!” and “Hoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooor!” To any other young lady that dares to walk past. This coming from two aspiring young alcoholics wearing skirts so high and tops so low they were on the verge of exchanging places. …