Booey Boo Boo
Good Morning Campers, hows the sun shining in your particular neck of the woods?
Rhetorical Question.
So, it has indeed been 17 years since my last post, and i kinda felt a bit bad about it, untill i realised that no other mo-fo had updated in that long either. Now I'm aware Mitch has gotten all up-in-it with myspace, and Jake has deleted his, thanks to some mid-puberty western suburbs trout, but really - what are the rest of yalls excuses?! (Thats more bad grammar than an attempt to be southern american)
I went to Aucklands Christmas in the Park last night (just to clarify, the park was actually Auckland Domain, Mitch got very superior thinking they didnt have a Domain here) and got freaking shitfaced. I went with my new friend Danella, who FYI is a model who used to live in Milan - and here's the haymaker - she's a Lezza! Imagine that! Tom, with a friend, who's a Lezza! You just dont read about things like that do you! We took a very civilised hamper, and 3 bottles of Red, and drunk into the night. It was kind of difficult for me, as i have a rather odd fear, which im going to share - Im absolutley petrified at the thought of having to poo in a porta-potty. So here I was leading up to this thing, desperatley trying to push out a pony, just so there could be no possibilty that id have to do something so terrifying... Turns out I didnt poo anyway, and i was terribly pleased, as they were these real funky ones that had like 12 in a circle, and when you walk into the middle of the circle theres little urinals on the back of them, so all the boys could go piddle without having to set foot in a portaloo! Perfection i tell you...
Anyway, we then made friends with some random emo typ guys from Hamilton, then we bashed up some little Maori boys who were litterally robbing us blind - we were blind, and they were trying to steal our chicken and wine and wallets - in that order. Anyway, so Danella had one in a full on headlock, screaming at him "See you next Tuesday this and that", and i was kicking one... hmm... we were drunk. THEN we walked downtown with the rest of the citys population, with everyone singing "Lean on Me" and "Tubthumping", i almost got arrested, as I was swigging from my red bottle in an alcahol exclusion zone - the damn copper came running up to me, yelling at me like I'd just raped his 4 year old daughter - bit dramatic I thought. We then went to Family, proceeded to coat check our picnic hampers, bags and rugs, requested songs from Fame, and proceeded to take ownership of the club. I woke up this morning with warm and fuzzys over it all (literally, and a fucken hangover to end all hangovers) thinking how superior we were, untill I found bruises on my legs, and having Danella ring to remind me that we both had indeed, fallen A over T down the stairs together. Thats not fame - thats just intoxication, and I know it...
Well, Im bored now. Cant be arsed writing.
Im in the process of negotiating for leave before Chrissy, and if i get it, you can eat my dust as I hightail back to the fatherland. A relax is well in order...
Peace Out Broski's
Rhetorical Question.
So, it has indeed been 17 years since my last post, and i kinda felt a bit bad about it, untill i realised that no other mo-fo had updated in that long either. Now I'm aware Mitch has gotten all up-in-it with myspace, and Jake has deleted his, thanks to some mid-puberty western suburbs trout, but really - what are the rest of yalls excuses?! (Thats more bad grammar than an attempt to be southern american)
I went to Aucklands Christmas in the Park last night (just to clarify, the park was actually Auckland Domain, Mitch got very superior thinking they didnt have a Domain here) and got freaking shitfaced. I went with my new friend Danella, who FYI is a model who used to live in Milan - and here's the haymaker - she's a Lezza! Imagine that! Tom, with a friend, who's a Lezza! You just dont read about things like that do you! We took a very civilised hamper, and 3 bottles of Red, and drunk into the night. It was kind of difficult for me, as i have a rather odd fear, which im going to share - Im absolutley petrified at the thought of having to poo in a porta-potty. So here I was leading up to this thing, desperatley trying to push out a pony, just so there could be no possibilty that id have to do something so terrifying... Turns out I didnt poo anyway, and i was terribly pleased, as they were these real funky ones that had like 12 in a circle, and when you walk into the middle of the circle theres little urinals on the back of them, so all the boys could go piddle without having to set foot in a portaloo! Perfection i tell you...
Anyway, we then made friends with some random emo typ guys from Hamilton, then we bashed up some little Maori boys who were litterally robbing us blind - we were blind, and they were trying to steal our chicken and wine and wallets - in that order. Anyway, so Danella had one in a full on headlock, screaming at him "See you next Tuesday this and that", and i was kicking one... hmm... we were drunk. THEN we walked downtown with the rest of the citys population, with everyone singing "Lean on Me" and "Tubthumping", i almost got arrested, as I was swigging from my red bottle in an alcahol exclusion zone - the damn copper came running up to me, yelling at me like I'd just raped his 4 year old daughter - bit dramatic I thought. We then went to Family, proceeded to coat check our picnic hampers, bags and rugs, requested songs from Fame, and proceeded to take ownership of the club. I woke up this morning with warm and fuzzys over it all (literally, and a fucken hangover to end all hangovers) thinking how superior we were, untill I found bruises on my legs, and having Danella ring to remind me that we both had indeed, fallen A over T down the stairs together. Thats not fame - thats just intoxication, and I know it...
Well, Im bored now. Cant be arsed writing.
Im in the process of negotiating for leave before Chrissy, and if i get it, you can eat my dust as I hightail back to the fatherland. A relax is well in order...
Peace Out Broski's