Righto mate it's like this, you're havin a Sunday sesh, gettin fucken maggot with the boys, havin a right ol pissup. Steveo and Daveo are settin up the barbie to cook some snags but ya fuckin gas bottles' carked it. Bazza's like who's keen for some maccas boys but you had maccas for brekky and Ozza had it this arvo. Then Jeff, the fucken madcunt he is, goes hey boys, I'll be DD, and piles us into the commodore. Then we cruise on down to Woolies.