Just walked to nursery to pick up the daughter. Lass walking in front of me, 6 foot 5 at least, legs up to her armpits with a skirt barely covering her arse cheeks.
You couldn't help but notice her.
Happened to be a couple of seasoned booze hounds sat on the street corner who clocked her. I'd of bet me mortgage on what I heard next .
Sure enough as I pass.
"You wouldn't mind them wrapped around your neck".
Lads Lads Lads!