About Us
On a dark and stormy night, Thug 1 and Thug 2 were sitting on the rooftop of Thug 1's flat in Brixton hill, looking out over the city. The night sky was a deep indigo, the city lights flickering like stars. They were talking about how Thug 2 ripped his underwear running down Mr Wagwan from South Kilburn.
Thug 2 knew they were knackered anyways and now it was between a 3.5 or going commando. The following day he was scouring the web, while Thug 1 consumed a serious 6 wing and chips, tryna find a suitable pair for his diligent activities, but everything he came across was boring, uncomfortable or had a next mans name on them like Calvin.
Then it hit them...
