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No fuckin’ clue on how to greentext me story so ya just gonna have to take yer dinner as it’s served.
This is a tale of me and me woondi, here we go ay.
I skulled a few slabs of schooners at one of the cobbers kipsie’s the other night and I cracked open another 12 of em for brekkie, nobblerised those veebs quick smart before I was out the door. Anyways, so I rocked up to the bloody work site s’morning and I blacked out because I had a few too many of the Nelson’s blood, I was just out of it, dropped like a sack of shit onto the ground.
I woke up roughly two hours later with a splitting headache and was still a bit oiled, crikey I was shaking like a fuckin’ dog shitting razor blades for some odd reason, dunno why, just a crook spin I suppose. I heard some chirping in the distance and giggling, one of me mates screamed “OI YOU GOT WOOD MATE?! YOU GOT WOOD?!”
And only ‘til then I noticed me bloody sauce nozzle was let loose and me jocks were down all the way to me feet. Colour me surprised, they nailed me sauce nozzle down to a chunk of wood! Christ almighty, I swear on me crust, didn’t even feel a thing though ay.
The boys ended up compensating me with a whole case of XXXX, ripper of a joke, what a stitch up at the end of the day, ay?
We decided to take it the extra mile and we snapped a pic, framed it, and we’re gonna put it behind the mirror in the bathroom so the realestate agent will have a gander at it, he’ll be off his chops when he gets an eye full, that’s for bloody sure. ‘Struth, even our boss is in on it, but we gotta work harder than a one armed brickie in Baghdad to build the house or else he might rat us out to the top dogs or some shit. I’m M.C hammered to buggery rn still. I fuckin’ love it how we’re allowed to be stonkered almost to the point where we’re knocking at death’s door.
( I have the picture on me phone still if any of yers wants to have a giggle. )
This is a tale of me and me woondi, here we go ay.
I skulled a few slabs of schooners at one of the cobbers kipsie’s the other night and I cracked open another 12 of em for brekkie, nobblerised those veebs quick smart before I was out the door. Anyways, so I rocked up to the bloody work site s’morning and I blacked out because I had a few too many of the Nelson’s blood, I was just out of it, dropped like a sack of shit onto the ground.
I woke up roughly two hours later with a splitting headache and was still a bit oiled, crikey I was shaking like a fuckin’ dog shitting razor blades for some odd reason, dunno why, just a crook spin I suppose. I heard some chirping in the distance and giggling, one of me mates screamed “OI YOU GOT WOOD MATE?! YOU GOT WOOD?!”
And only ‘til then I noticed me bloody sauce nozzle was let loose and me jocks were down all the way to me feet. Colour me surprised, they nailed me sauce nozzle down to a chunk of wood! Christ almighty, I swear on me crust, didn’t even feel a thing though ay.
The boys ended up compensating me with a whole case of XXXX, ripper of a joke, what a stitch up at the end of the day, ay?
We decided to take it the extra mile and we snapped a pic, framed it, and we’re gonna put it behind the mirror in the bathroom so the realestate agent will have a gander at it, he’ll be off his chops when he gets an eye full, that’s for bloody sure. ‘Struth, even our boss is in on it, but we gotta work harder than a one armed brickie in Baghdad to build the house or else he might rat us out to the top dogs or some shit. I’m M.C hammered to buggery rn still. I fuckin’ love it how we’re allowed to be stonkered almost to the point where we’re knocking at death’s door.
( I have the picture on me phone still if any of yers wants to have a giggle. )
