Wilson, Paul and me were lounging on one of the hotel beds in my room, waiting for the second half of the ManUnited & AstonVilla match to start.
Wils was jabbing some buttons on his PSP, probably emulating some stupid monster or something, when suddenly Paul reached over and touched a spot on Wil's butt.

"Eh... that's your backbone right?"
"Yeah..."
"Why until here wan..."
"Ya hor..."
Paul paused for a while, and then he reached over again and yanked at Wilson's jeans. (I seriously thought he was gonna pull them right off.)
"Why your jeans so loose wan?"
"Yea. I like it that way mah."
"Do you know that both of you sound reeeeeeally gay?" I intervened.
"Eh, we're on a mountain what."
"Ya hor."
".......... What does that have to do with my question?!?!"

Wilson, Paul and me were lounging on one of the hotel beds in my room, waiting for the second half of the ManUnited & AstonVilla match to start.
Wils was jabbing some buttons on his PSP, probably emulating some stupid monster or something, when suddenly Paul reached over and touched a spot on Wil's butt.

"Eh... that's your backbone right?"
"Yeah..."
"Why until here wan..."
"Ya hor..."
Paul paused for a while, and then he reached over again and yanked at Wilson's jeans. (I seriously thought he was gonna pull them right off.)
"Why your jeans so loose wan?"
"Yea. I like it that way mah."
"Do you know that both of you sound reeeeeeally gay?" I intervened.
"Eh, we're on a mountain what."
"Ya hor."
".......... What does that have to do with my question?!?!"