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!