Rhouses played the long game and married the cook iirc

rhouses I’m hardly classist HopHead!………..It’s taking some getting used to with all the neighbours close by. When I walk out of the mansion there’s a beautiful garden, birds chirping, now I walk out of the building and there are tons of children playing hide and seek and shit.

      I googled pastel jackets yesterday.

      Was a load of absolute numpties looking like human ice creams.

        That’s an actual ice cream Dave, miles better!

        Imagine being Smallman. His head’s all over the place, and his roof’s leaking.

        Like the song…
        Raindrops keep falling on his head
        Just like the man whose neck was too big for his bed
        All his trabs are shit
        Those raindrops are falling on his head, they keep falling

        That ice-cream t-shirt was an absolute winner.

        Went down a storm on Soccer AM!

        Hasn’t Dermo got a photo of your appearance on soccer am. All I can remember are those massive loops on your shoes.

        What Ed experiences every day is the finest drug known to man. Blind inexplicable delusion. On tap.

          They aren’t bad at all - hopefully see some better colour combos soon though

          Look like they’ve been constructed by a 10 year old out of sticklebricks and greaseproof paper found in the kitchen, based on HopHead’s design brief.

            Don’t mind them.

            Would I wear them though?

            Christ no.

            HopHead That was more a commentary about living in a standalone house versus in apartment where you’re surrounded by people. Only slightly classist. ha.

              Me and the 9yo daughter had a good laugh at the scouse cunt rocking these at Chester Zoo today…