BovBoys

(The boys are all at yours and Ginge’s house, trying to cook for a video when you come home from work, all stressed and exhausted when you walk down the hall, into the kitchen and it’s havoc. You told Ginge this morning that you’d be knackered and look what he’s brought home. They all look up one by one.) Tays: Hey.. Ginge: Uhh, good afternoon..?