We start to follow them down and up rolls this pikey guy - kinda built, shaved head, no shirt, pitbull. He's jabbering in some fucking dialect I don't understand, something about the girls having balls because they went first. Then he's yelling down the shaft, the girls are yelling back up, in french.
Pikey man declares he wants to come to. *sigh*. We convince him otherwise because man it's a sewer ya know, and he's sporting flipper-floppers and no shirt. It's maze down there mate and you have no lights, and a dog.
He walks away for a second so I crank the manhole shut above us and start to climb. About halfway down the cover magically pops opens above. Pikey must have used his teeth or something, cos he sure as fuck didn't have a manhole key. I'm surprised he didn't steal it for scrap to be honest. He yells some more, nobody understands a damn thing then the cover slams shut and all goes quiet.
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Huge escaped-from-school-trip-coach-party vibe... but they didn't moan once, and brought both great skin and beer!
Damn you need some entropy up in that random image selectormajigganigga ...
It's not random, it's chronological. In 4-6 months (depending on activity levels) it will actually be current.
FUCKIN PIKIES!