IT'S ALL RIGHT, NEIL, HE'S SCARED.

YOU KNOW, GEAR.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN? WHAT'S WRONG WITH THAT?
I HAD TO COME HERE ON MY OWN.

WE'RE NOT DOING ANYTHING UNTIL HALF
THREE? WE COULD HAVE GONE TO SCHOOL.

JUST A FEW THINGS TO MAKE SURE
IT RUNS SMOOTHLY,

YEAH...

SO WE HAD SUCCESSFULLY
REINVENTED OURSELVES,

SO WITH OUR TERRIBLE ALIBI IN PLACE,

I'VE GOT THE GOLF TOURNAMENT
AT EIGHT ON SUNDAY,

IS SHE. FUCK OFF YOU
BEADY EYED LITTLE SHITS!

GIRLS ARE ALSO LESS KEEN
ON BOYS WHO WEAR SPEEDOS,

BECAUSE I'M SO BIG.

I HAD A WORD WITH THE MAN.
THE MAN SAID.

THAT'S ALL I CARE ABOUT.

- THAT'S GOOD.
- NO, THEY'LL CALL YOU SHITPANTS MONG.

OH, GOD! NO! NEIL!

OH, GOD!

IT'S NOT THE DRIVING.
IT'S MORE THAT WE WON'T GET IN ANYWHERE,

HAVE YOU UNBLOCKED THE SINK YET?
ALL THE LUMPS?

SIMON WAS EXPERIENCING
MOSHING FOR THE FIRST TIME,

SO IF YOU'RE WAITING TO LOSE IT
WITH HER,

SIMON WAS USELESS,
AND SOON IT WAS TIME FOR MY DATE.

- YEAH.
- NOT EVERY WEEK, THOUGH?

FOR CHRIST'S SAKE,
PATRICE, DON'T DO THAT!