It all began innocently enough. A refeshing ale at the Elephant & Wheelbarrow, a bar/pub in Northbridge.
L - R Jimmy, Marty, Farrah
Back at home, more drinking ensues. Marty was drinking Woodstock Blue, which he assures us is as potent as battery acid but far more harmful.
L - R Marty, My Knee, Jimmy
Becks: Made from the Sweat of Gay German Porn Stars. Or so Im told. Jimmy loves the stuff.
L - R Bowl of Peanuts, Jimmy, Becks
Yours truly, enjoyable a tasty salted snack of some kind.
L - R Gate, Me, Brickwall.
Cnst Martin Collins. Showing us that hes man enough to take two lots of Wood at the same time. Snicker.
L - R Woodstock, Woodstock, Martin
Our local Arab correspondent, Mohammed Al-Wankbar.
L - R TED Dead, TED, Matty, Black Doug, Becks
Matt and Jimmy's bro-in-law, Paulo. Try as I might theres nothing bad I can say about him. I'll think of something.
L - R Sliding Door, Paul, Sunlight
And we're in the city! Time for some delicious cuisine at Han's. Most of us were pretty tanked by this stage, I finished off my 6-pack of Strongbows, I know Paul finished off his Black Dougs, and Marty polished four lots of Wood. Hahahahaha. Gay jokes are great.
F - B Matt, Paul, Jimmy, Marty
Marty tries to chat up the side of the photo, while Paul has trouble opening his menu.
L - R Marty, Bald Dude (Not Marty), Paul
What can I say. Theyve known each other a long time, and were drunk.
L - R Matt, Water Bottle, Marty
Paul gets lessons from Chris in how to open his menu. "Paul, its a menu, with pages, for fuck sake."
L - R Paul, Chris, Water Bottle
"Im 18 now, my doodle is this big!" Sure it is buddy, sure it is.
L - R Lightswitch, Jimmy, Doorway
I cant think of a single funny thing to say about this picture...
L - R Marty, Paul, Windows
Pointing. More addicitive than crack.
L - R Jimmy, Me, Spiderman
See, what did I tell you? Once you start pointing, you never stop. On display here: The Double Hand, The Single Hand Bi-Finger and The Retarded Hungarian Tongue Point.
L - R Jimmy, Me, Matty.
I...well see...Paul is...umm...well....yeah...
L - R Marty, Paul, Floating Buddha, Chris' Arm.
An absolutely humourless photo of Jimmy drinking water. Boring.
L - R Wall, Jimmy, No-Smoking Sign.
Chris is happy in the knowledge that he could kick the living shit out of all of us due to his Kung Fu abilities. Its not fair though, he is asian, and being able to do Kung Fu is like white people not being able to dance, its something theyre born with.
L - R Chair, Kung Fu Chris, Scared Menu
After dinner we all headed to the Brass Monkey, where we met up with Matt and Jimmy's sister Sophie.
L - R Sophie, Marty, Matt aka Lord Turul, The Hungarian Chicken Beast Which Is Guardian Over All of Hungary and Its Goats.
Yours truly, after downing the 184th pint of cider. Why are human beings so fucking dumb? I drank so much I ended up spewing my guts out 3 times, and waking with a headache strong enough to kill an ox.
L - R Me, Empty Pint Glass, Wall
Ahh Jimmy. Mate youre a legend, I hope you had a great night champ, sorry bout the beer spillage.
L - R Blurry Person, Jimmy, Blurry Window
Matt points at Chris. Chris frowns. Martin hugs both of em.
L - R Chris, Marty, Matt
Everyone leaves the Brass Monkey in search of fun and adventure, instead they find the Deen, the shittiest shit-infested shithole in Perth. I fucking hate the Deen. Its shit.
L - R Chris "I hurt my shoulder trying to karate chop someones neck!" Jimmy "Man I hope my passport photo of when I was three gets me into a nightclub!" Marty "Lets get on it!" Matt "Praise Allah, Die Infidel, Durka Durka, Chicken Man!" Sophie, Paul.
