Must be a group member before inviting friends
“Mammy K’s here?” Robbie Mac piped up from further up the table. “Was she wearing the white pants suit? Oh fuck, Gibs, tell me she was wearing the white pants suit.” “The one that shows her thong print?” Pierce asked, reaching over the table to swipe a muffin out of the basket. “That’s the one,” Robbie confirmed with a groan. “Jesus, that woman is immortal. Doesn’t look a day over thirty-five.” “You’ll be wearing the imprint of my foot up your hole if you talk about my ma like that,” Johnny warned, bristling.
