![]() ![]() What’s a yeet? Did he call his own father a prick?” “He’s only winding you up, ye eejit,” the buck-naked window guy tells him. “If that little fecker’s been looking at porn, he can say good-bye to his drum kit, and his Xbox, and his-everything. How old is he?” “Ten.” “He got the internet?” Senan is swelling up and turning red. You’re telling me my young lad’s after calling me a hamster?” “Well,” Cal says, “that word’s used for something else, too, but I hope your boy wouldn’t know about that. ![]() Great big fat faces and little piggy eyes.” “I haven’t got a fat fuckin’ face. ![]() He finds himself fed up to the back teeth with being tossed around by these guys like a beach ball. What the hell is a yeet?” “You never saw a yeet?” Cal says. Then he asked me for twenty quid to go into town.” “Did you give it to him?” Cal asks. I asked one of my other fellas what he was on about, but he only laughed his arse off and told me I’m getting old. I’m sitting on the sofa tonight after my tea, doing a bit of digesting, and my youngest lad comes running in, launches himself onto my feckin’ belly like he’s been shot from a cannon, yells ‘Yeet!’ out of him right in my face, and legs it out again. “Go on and educate me, then,” Senan says to Cal. ![]()
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