I POPPED MY HEAD IN THE DOOR
AND SAW YOU CHATTING UP SOME FAT BIRD,

- HER EYES! WHY DON'T WE GO OVER?
- NO, I DON'T NEED TO PULL.

SHE HAS TO GET SPECIAL BRAS MADE
BECAUSE NOT ONLY ARE HER TITS SO BIG,

YOU'RE BACK WITH TOM.

NO, I'M FINE. I JUST THINK IT WOULD
HELP MY, Y'KNOW, READINESS A BIT

- OH, IS HE A GOLF PRO?
- NO, HE'S GOT DOWN'S SYNDROME.

GO AWAY.

I WASN'T HOLDING MY BREATH.

- MARK, CAN WE UNTIE HIM NOW?
- NO.

I'LL SEE YOU FRIDAY, AND I'LL
BRING ENOUGH SPLIFF PUFF FOR EVERYONE.

I SPENT EVERY DAY JUMPING JCBS
OVER CEMENT MIXERS.

OH, YEAH! NICE ONE.

YOU'RE A NASTY LITTLE VIRGIN.

THE BIG MAN ON CAMPUS,
THE GO-TO GUY?

I GET ENOUGH OF THEM BACK HOME.
NAH, I COME HERE FOR A WOMAN.

WE COULD DO SOMETHING ELSE. POOL?

I DON'T WANT MADE-UP PLAYBOY MODELS.

AND, DON'T GET ME WRONG,
I ENJOY THE CAMARADERIE,

- BOYFRIEND! DENIED!
- DENIED!

WHAT?

- GETTING A BIT WEIRD NOW.
- I HATE IT WHEN HE MAKES EYE CONTACT.

YEAH, I KNOW.

MUM WAS SERVING ME
UP HER SPECIALITY,

- FUCK OFF, YOU PRICK.
- HAVE A FUN NIGHT!