you can't outact me boy, don't even try
solast night ended up being another night of excessive goon consumption. Hung out with Kayte, Paddy and Sam to start the night, as the party didn't start until 10. When we rocked up to the party, we got in, sat down with Boon, Louise, Josh and co, and this freshy dudes come in. Normally when one arrives at a party, one would say something like "hi, my name's Joe, nice to meet you" or "hey mate, I'm Barry, how's it going". Some kind of introductory statement. But these dudes just stood there for a while not saying anything, then they're all like "let's go outside" they were simply intimidated by our presence, it must have been the beard!
We went outside and played some footbag, a fair few people got involved and we were going pretty well in getthing hacks, that kind of thing, that was fun for a while. Later in the night, after already having a few drinks, Boon decide it would be a good idea to do the centurion challenge, with goon. After this a game of charades ensued.
So the idea of the game is you have to do 100 shots in 100 minutes, and there is no leaving allowed, or you lose. We alternated between Morgan and Sam doing the pouring, and sometimes there would be 2-3 shots worth in the cup, as unfortunately there were no shot glasses to drink from. Boon was the first to go, at about 19 or so, and went for a chunder in the bushes. At around 25, I had had enough, and decided I didn't want to spew everywhere, and pulled out. So Kieren was the winner. Soon after the match, both of my other challengers were spewing simultaneously into a bucket, whereas I felt fine, meaning I can still keep my title of "Goonman".
I was a bit more reserved last night, less destruction, less volume, it's probably because I was fairly tired before we even got there. Today me and Sam are going to go skating. It's been a long time since I've had a good and proper skate, a real fucking long time.
Wow. There was this thing for doing some sort of footbag with a can of drink for a promotion, the pay is $6500 for a one day shoot. I'm not old enough for the age limit, it's like 26-30 or so, but that's fucking amazing.
We went outside and played some footbag, a fair few people got involved and we were going pretty well in getthing hacks, that kind of thing, that was fun for a while. Later in the night, after already having a few drinks, Boon decide it would be a good idea to do the centurion challenge, with goon. After this a game of charades ensued.
So the idea of the game is you have to do 100 shots in 100 minutes, and there is no leaving allowed, or you lose. We alternated between Morgan and Sam doing the pouring, and sometimes there would be 2-3 shots worth in the cup, as unfortunately there were no shot glasses to drink from. Boon was the first to go, at about 19 or so, and went for a chunder in the bushes. At around 25, I had had enough, and decided I didn't want to spew everywhere, and pulled out. So Kieren was the winner. Soon after the match, both of my other challengers were spewing simultaneously into a bucket, whereas I felt fine, meaning I can still keep my title of "Goonman".
I was a bit more reserved last night, less destruction, less volume, it's probably because I was fairly tired before we even got there. Today me and Sam are going to go skating. It's been a long time since I've had a good and proper skate, a real fucking long time.
Wow. There was this thing for doing some sort of footbag with a can of drink for a promotion, the pay is $6500 for a one day shoot. I'm not old enough for the age limit, it's like 26-30 or so, but that's fucking amazing.