Seven schooners, get it right son.Vaguely related to gyms. Total f**kwits strutting around like king shit in 12 degrees. Wearing shorts and a singlet, tattoos scribbled over their pissweak bodies that preschoolers would be embarrassed drawing.
The type that goes to the gym, hits the pub for eight schooners, scores some coke and goes home to f**k his brother.
Melbourne is full of them.