M8 last night we had some mad banter. We was out with Ricky AKA Rickynator-3000 AKA Captain Clunge and we were feeling right peckish after buyin’ some trainers from JD, when he said “Oi lads who fancies a cheeky Nandos?” and we were like “Ricky u ledge that sounds sick let’s smash it!” So we ate an extra-spicy chicken then went out on the lash and Ricky necked 10 pints and got hammered. M8 it was sick.