Pelicans.

I got around to Andy's to head into a

"super gay over pretentious look at my avant garde

hipster rubbish garments I styled up myself then

spent the next day doing my hair just coz

I'm a total cunt of a dude" T-shirt art exhibition...

And he had just cracked a beer, so naturally he ran it straight

through the Deer Bong/Buck Bong from last weekend and we were out the door.

Just making sure it still works...

There are always consequences...

This used to be a photo image of Darren Kirby in QV.

Then KFC took over the premises and instead of covering the existing work

they just gentrified it and outlined the old shit. Amazing.

Nice KFC t-shirt Darren...

Awesome.

Framp.

Clint. Inn Keeper. Model. Artist.

Street Machine Chapel St.

Threw a burner up on the side of the new

Street Machine Skateshop on Chapel St...

Bang.

Pffft...

Melburning...

Al Wilson's Bucks Weekend

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!

Um... Trees?

.Trees. The Winter Collection.

.2009.

Sales Enquiries:

www.trees.com

Frame Up.

Simmering...

Hmmm. What sled to shred today?...

Ya Mum.

Ya Dad.

Ya hot Little Sister and her Ugly Friend.

" I say there good fellow!... Have you a light for this fat blunt wrap?

I have been standing here for fucking ages!"

Sundays... Easy Now.