Looks like a good start...
Knights Of The ( tinnie opening sound ) Table.
"Attention... Would someone grab Fish's head... he appears to have broken his neck!"
Al's thumbs multi-tasking...
Trying to hold the glove on and use the umbrella.
And obviously someone pointing and laughing very hard...
Just like the rest of the weekend.
Don't get distracted by the IGA. There were only 2 things we needed...
Lars flew in to get shacked...
Possibly Niddy's real father...
Chris... local shop owner. Not even a till. 10am Scotch drinker. Guru.
He ended up telling us over a quiet smoke out the front
that all the handy work on the front of the shop was his...
and he also painted the lounge room in his house
to recreate an underwater scene.
He has surfboards stuck to the roof with legs dangling down,
apparently the hallway looks like coral reef...
And he has been on Burke's Barkyard! YEEEEEEW!
4 beer bongs before 9am will do this to you... Suds.
Whoa.
Midget your Solo Cover Album Artwork is ready...
Nothing but trouble...
Fat man Tre Flip... on "Rob Drydeck"
Chillin. Chillin. Wasted.
Yes Ralph has hair... and yes, it's in a mohawk.
Man Down.
This picture describes the whole weekend...
Bucking Guru.
Are you dancing Scoots?
Ah... Just trying to escape the wrath!
We watched from the back seat of the taxi
as Cheese deployed his new move...
Drinks loads, Fall asleep in shotgun,
Slowly lower your face towards the cabbie's groin,
whilst simultaneously offering a new price written on the back of the beanie...
Timmy No Pals...
Man Down... and fucked with.
Whoa!
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