Minging bins
Rank smelling, nostril burning rubbish, often carefully manufactured by Mary and Jennie. But strangely, never taken care of.
Adam: Mate, what's that awful smell?
Bobby: Aah, I'm sorry mate, my flatmates were cooking last Thursday.
Adam: ew minging bins! Let's just pop out to Wicked Willys?
Bobby: Right on!
Bobby: Aah, I'm sorry mate, my flatmates were cooking last Thursday.
Adam: ew minging bins! Let's just pop out to Wicked Willys?
Bobby: Right on!