PROPER COFFEE COFFEE BITCHES!

With a few beers under my belt last night, a fluid with the title REHAB was the first decision of the day.  Kinda makes you think like you are on the wrong track if you feel you should  be drinking REHAB...

Pretty sure this is an Ecstasy Laboratory.

PARIS... is burning.

This is the view from Lewis' balcony.  Ah, the serenity...

I and I

This is a step by step instructional blog to school all you fools out there that drink the coffee, but are un educated in how said coffee is made!  It doesn't  just grow on trees you know.... oh ahhh!

First thing is first... Buy a BIG DOPE ASS GOURMET ESPRESSO MACHINE and grinder!

Secondly, grab some of the trees you shaped into a cock and balls shooting a bud load  before and roll some of that into a joint..

Grab your coffee of choice.  The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice.  Or something like that.  Ebony Blend yo!

Pack that shit in tight after you ground dem shits.

Put it in the BIG DOPE ASS ESPRESSO MACHINE and extract the shit out of it.  Roughly 25 - 30 ml with a nice consistent pour..

Sugar that shit up.

Stir that shit up.

Then we get the milk involved.

Froth that shit up.

If you have frothed the milk correctly, you are on the home stretch.

Now pour that shit up.

Rookie Mistake.

And there it is.  Lewis Marnell's infamous Cafe Latte de la Rasta.

Don't even think about having a sip until you light that joint you rolled earlier!  BRRRRUP.

The coffee is that good...   I couldn't see my legs!

We were riding up the street when we saw Nikeem walking home.  We stalked him for a good 100m just creeping up behind on our bikes documenting him.  We were within metres only to be foiled when the snap of the camera gave us away!

Push Bike Paparazzi.

Sunday Skates

This washing machine hasn't got many friends!

An excellent reproduction of a fish skeleton demonstrated on a dumpster.  Excellent.

JOLT. Gangster

Hungry Hungry Street Hippos.

Richmond has some dope old houses around.

Mafeking.

REACH. Tight

These are the windows I drew on at the soon to be Street Machine Skateshop.  All I am going to say is if you look hard enough at the window below you may just find a little Cock n Balls in there... it's there.  Start looking.

Anton's beard is quite substantial... and quite rugged.

As for Al Wilson's moustache.  You gotta a bit of work ahead of you pal!

We then ventured to the new Chelsea mini ramp.  It is quality.

The local lads had a few sprouters around to keep them occupied.

Honey, I  shrunk the back wheel?

Nikeem was ripping.  Throwing up one of Mike Smith's grinds!

In Australia the Koala Bear is known to sit in a Eucalyptus tree and get stoned all day off of eating the leaves...  Niddy could be looked at as an Urban Koala.  His tree... Yellow Bird Cafe, his leaves... Double Vodka and Cranberry.

Jake threw up a quality dick burner in the toilets... with comedy relief pre-installed!

Whilst Niddy's kept falling out his trouser leg...

L..I..V..I..N.. Livin' baby!

When riding my bike around I normally try to go a way that I have not been before where possible.  I stopped at this tunnel, but as it looked a little ominous being a pitch black hole into fuck knows where, I was hesitant.  Then, as I stop and question it.  This Senior Citizen toots me out of the way and flies down and disappears into the nothing...  I was so stoked after taking this photo I just flew down after him.  Could have been a bottomless pit or a gang of steroid abusing biker dykes in there for all I knew... but old mate sold it... totally.

Aye!

Would you mess with this?  THUG LIFE.

Sampled some of Yarra Valley's finest eating...  Fish n Chips.

You toucha my fish... I breaka your face!

bREDthren.

If you have been consuming this stella blog, you will remember when Tim mysteriously froze at Bimbo Deluxe several days ago.  We had all forgotten and decided to get him out for some air.  We swapped the knife he was still holding for a Calippo and placed him in the corner to enjoy the atmosphere of the designated extreme sporting area.  You know what, I think Tim is gonna be alright...

Who wouldn't play tennis with Glen if these are the sort of Volleys he is throwing around.

Some kid below documented throwing up a quick scribble.  Tim.. even if you are frozen.  I am fucked if I know how you took this miniature photo on my phone!  Good blogging though. It's up here innit!

Nami Art.

Check how good Nami's throw up below is.  Homie peeking out from the side next to what seems to be a washing line with appropriate hanging garment.  Gold.

Hello!

One of the many reasons I hang out with Lewis is, if he going to do something he does it properly.  He needed to buy some rolling papers for a few joints... he bought the whole fucking box.  Sorted.

One of the proprietors of Yellow Bird Cafe... Clint.  Big up to ya.

Pic of the Day.