sal ganuth

Martin had fallen asleep on the trip down to the beach with the lads. First mistake.
Second mistake was getting into the van just in his board shorts and flip flips.
Third mistake was not waking up until his mates had pulled his shorts down and dragged out of the car.
Martin finally covered his junk with his hands as his mates took pics and dragged him away from the van.
“C’mon guys, let me get dressed now,” Martin said, covering his junk.
“After you run to the end of the car park and back.”
That was Martin’s last mistake.