ALL OVER MY FACE!

JAY WAS WRONG.
IT WOULDN'T BE A FUNERAL,

SIMON, YOU KNOW
WHAT SHE'S BEEN THROUGH.

IF I'M NOT ON SOME SORT OF PAEDOPHILE
REGISTER BY THE END OF THE NIGHT.

APART FROM JAY MASTURBATING
INTO A RESIDENT'S SINK

I'M 13.

FUCKING HELL, SHE HAS TURNED UP.

OH, GOD, IT WAS YOU TWO, WASN'T IT?

I'M NOT AND THAT
INCREDIBLY CHILDISH ATTEMPT

I THINK YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHO DID IT.

NAH, WE'LL PROBABLY HEAD UP EARLY,
CHECK OUT THE SHOPS.

GREAT, NO, FINE. SEE YOU THERE THEN.

- SO WE STOP?
- YEAH, PROBABLY. GOOD IDEA.

NO OFFENCE.

IS THAT A EUPHEMISM?

YOU JUST NEED TO FIND A DESPERATE
BIRD THAT LIKES THE SMELL OF BO

IS THAT YOUR MUM?! SHE IS FIT!

YES, I HAVE. BUT ASK YOURSELF WHY?

RIGHT. WELCOME.

WELL, I'M UP FOR IT!

A BOTTLE OF DRAMBUIE FOR A TENNER

FUCK THAT, LET'S JUST CRACK OPEN THE
BEERS AND BUILD A FUCKING MASSIVE FIRE.

- WHY GET A BIKE WHEN YOU HAVE A CAR?
- MOTORBIKES ARE COOLER.

- HOW?
- YOU WANKED AT AN OLD LADY!