Tits. Arse. Blondes. Birds. Football. Lager. Cider. Lager. Cider. (internal struggle) Lager! Lad! Welcome to the mindset of the lad.
In lad culture you’re nothing. You’re no one if you can’t drink, talk football like the vindaloo shits and pull an orange bird with pointy nipples that resemble Christ’s crufixed hands. Lad!
You are not a lad unless you adopt geeser speak, chat about booshing that bloke in the head with a glass the other day down at the pub for being an absolute fucking prick, shagging your mate’s bird in the very same pub toilets or shouting “Lad!” after every few coherent sentences made of a maximum of four words. Lad!
Few and far between you will find a rare specimen. The cultural lad, he likes long quiet walks on the beach, Picasso, Ballet, introverted moments to think about the Panda population in China…. *record screeching sound* The cultural lad doesn’t exist, the cultured lad loves Hard Fi, Oasis or that other new band that the lads like. Lad!
Toplad.org is an awful “Lad!” web site in the vain of a modern computerised Zoo or Nuts without the footballers with bent kneecaps or overphotoshopped ladies with oversized breast’s who have unfortunately probably had loans from such Lad! magazines to get silicon implants or perhaps feel their assets are the only their only asset in life and a meaningful and worthwhile job with any intellect they own is a wasted effort.
Toplad.org is a horrible forum where lads note a topic of the hour and other lads agree or disagree. You have anything from lads talking about army lads to lads who sleep with a mother and daughter within several hours. “Lad!”.
This has been a broadcast on behalf of Lad! education committee.
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