There’s a group of Chelsea fans on the train I’m heading back from london on just now.
Theyre brilliant. Witty, amusing, regaling the carriage at top note with whimsical tales of their adventures in northern towns. As each can of beer is finished, they go a few decibels louder and - much to the amusement of the rest of the train - Are now seeing who can stay upright when running down the aisle.
One of them keeps saying “your mum’s a slag” every few minutes and that will never get boring.
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There’s a group of Chelsea fans on the train I’m heading back from london on just now.
Theyre brilliant. Witty, amusing, regaling the carriage at top note with whimsical tales of their adventures in northern towns. As each can of beer is finished, they go a few decibels louder and - much to the amusement of the rest of the train - Are now seeing who can stay upright when running down the aisle.
One of them keeps saying “your mum’s a slag” every few minutes and that will never get boring.
lads lads lads