lads, lads, lads
A bunch of guys who think Beefa is a holiday. They wear clothes that look like they were stolen from a grandma. They think the world stops when the football game ends.
I’m going to Beefa with the lads. It’s like a holiday, but with more fanny packs.
They’re so obsessed with football, they forgot their own names.
They don’t know what’s happening in the world. They just know who won the last match.