Ping

An absolute legend of a peep. Loves to get munted on the weekend with his crew Horatio, El Bosso and E Bae. Can be found fully
Muller-riced at the All Bar One on some cheeky Snow in Putney Bridge. Or losing his shit when he’s spilt Nauf-De-Pap on his salmon leg wrappers. A totes Archbishop of Banter-bury and he loves a cheeky nandos. Also goes by the yawn moniker “Simon”.

Person one: hey, have you met ping?
Person two: fuck yes I have, what a ledge.
Person one: why is he called ping? Is he Chinese?
Person two: Hell no, it’s because his bloody cellular won’t stop pinging off. The ladies LOVE a bit of ping.
Person one: how insightful. What an utter bad man.