Rebirth: The Acidic Truth

Rebirth is similar to this. Not really. (The acidic truth, get it?)

My last blog was three months ago almost to the day. I'm excited about writing about shit again so sit back, relax, or don't, whatever you do when you read my blogs is cool. Maybe my writing style, outrageous wit, and hilarious pictures make you tense and sweaty. If they do, you should maybe consider eating a kilo of cheese and a packet of double choc tim tams before reading this because that will almost make you as uncomfortable as what I'm about to say. You have been warned!

Month of Madness Blog Two

You know what happens when you're heaps busy riding your bike and riding girls and swimming in the ocean and touching your wee wee? You don't write blogs. That's what happens.

Month of Madness Blog 1

The great Month of Madness has started. Christmas Day was a rolling saunter through Galston and back up Berowra with biscuits and such at Bar Stelvio. Boxing Day (which according to the Federal Government is known this year as Christmas Day Public Holiday, and the following day is known as Boxing Day Public Holiday) was a lot more livelier gallop through Maraylya. Then Boxing Day Public Holiday was supposed to be a recovery ride to PITS, but for three of us, it turned out to be a HEADWIND SMASHFEST. Then Wednesday, which was just a regular day, was the PITT TOWN PAIN TRAIN!

Water Sports and Lord of the Spastic Society of Hobbits

This has too much hatred for me, but I'm going to
keep reading

I took a fishing holiday to the NSW far north coast, so I'll write about that. I hate old people, so I'll write about that. I watched Lord of the Rings and hated it, so I'll write about that. Come and share the hatred!

The first of many

The week before Christmas has been a week of post uni work relaxation. I'm so relaxed that I'm sick of it and have nothing to do. This time last year I was working so much I was run off my feet and had no time! How things have change. Not that I mind, it means I can get in some quality time on the bike, on the ladies and on the lounge (I can also do the last two at the same time [and when I say do, I mean put my male genitalia inside her numerous orifices]).

And now for something completely different

These are some oddly
shaped dicks. Sill, eat them

I would like to apologise for taking more than a month off writing my blog - I had assignments coming out of my ears and, exams and, and, yeah that's pretty much it. I know how much you guys love reading random funny shit and looking at same pictures. However, nobody mentioned that I hadn't written anything, so you can all go and eat a bag of dicks.

You Laugh You Lose part 2

7/10

Broken Hill - The End

I'm back on the job. Ready to be assimilated back into the masses, of 19 people. That's a mass! A trip to Silverton, an out of this world sunset, a massive meatfeast and the trip back to Sydney. On a bus. For 17 hours. I hope you packed your heroin son, you'll need something to pass the time. Will cards do? No. Damn. Well, what if I can't get any heroin? I don't know anyone who could get me heroin. Not my problem, should have thought of that before you left for Broken Hill.
I think this is the first time a dialogue has ever taken place in the summary.

Broken Hill - The Punishment

Serving my day in solitude. It really was harder than it looked. Everyone was extremely jealous. And I must admit, I don't see how it could have been anything other than a gift. It felt like I was the cat in Schrödinger's Cat Experiment. Left alone. In a box the size of the Earth.

Broken Hill - The Argument

Me vs The Establishment

Broken Hill - The Odyssey - Part Three.

Losing the flattened 20 cent coin to outback Australia is a kick in the pants administered by the establishment. *Shakes fist* Damn you establishment! I wont give up that easily! I wont!