i get a half a mil for my beats you get a couple grand
Hi fans,
Lately I've taken to drinking really heavily.
A Friday night at the Dora Bar: screaming jets, cowboy hats, gluten free spaghetti, kitchen dancefloor raves, sunglasses, fucking geelong, broken glass, nakedness, hide & seek in bunnings..
I'm sorry but this photo is amazing
Shortly before our Bunnings adventure..
J-Lo's hens: americans, catch-up vodkas, my wedding on the 10th of Nov to an Italian, bride to be sash, crown, click-click, writing mobile numbers on my arms with lip gloss, asking random drivers to take us to east keilor ("you're not gonna kill me or you?" "no...are you going to kill us?!?"), someones house, someones snake, marilyn manson, sitting on a bench with kati and hayley discussing our love for one another..
Milf
Whitey's house!: too much rain, bond and farnsy, "nobodys driving to 7-11!"......"ok so i'm going to drive us to 7-11", whitey spewing in the bushes, setting myself a 6oclock curfew..
Smirnoff advertisement?
Hat party?
Justin Timberlake 5/11: ULTIMATE sick cunt. Pub crawl after work, taxi drivers, sauce bottles, spilling my drinks over the girl in front of me, futuresex/lovesound, private jokes, private jokes, private jokes, peeing in the mens coz the line was way too big for the girls, walking out of rod laver with a heap of booze, making kara listen to my JT songs on our drunken walk through the city..
I want to go again (every night, maybe for the rest of my life)
How drunk we were? How puffy my eyes look? How much of a creep Kara looks??
Geelong last weekend: kittens!, smirnoff ice with guarana, way too much smirnoff ice with guarana, nobody knowing what gary looks like ("what is WRONG with these people?!"), getting my hair patted at lambys, getting my hair dissed by the bogan taxi driver who's still rootin her ex, lambys mixes, high 5's, v.i.p's, me and kato ruling at life, playing with the kittens untill 6:30 in the morning waiting for the guarana to let me sleep..
Kittens!!
I miss Geelong!
Anyway I'm pretty sure we're all a pack of sick cunts and I don't remember ever having so much fun.
See you at Muse?
Lately I've taken to drinking really heavily.
A Friday night at the Dora Bar: screaming jets, cowboy hats, gluten free spaghetti, kitchen dancefloor raves, sunglasses, fucking geelong, broken glass, nakedness, hide & seek in bunnings..
I'm sorry but this photo is amazing
Shortly before our Bunnings adventure..
J-Lo's hens: americans, catch-up vodkas, my wedding on the 10th of Nov to an Italian, bride to be sash, crown, click-click, writing mobile numbers on my arms with lip gloss, asking random drivers to take us to east keilor ("you're not gonna kill me or you?" "no...are you going to kill us?!?"), someones house, someones snake, marilyn manson, sitting on a bench with kati and hayley discussing our love for one another..
Milf
Whitey's house!: too much rain, bond and farnsy, "nobodys driving to 7-11!"......"ok so i'm going to drive us to 7-11", whitey spewing in the bushes, setting myself a 6oclock curfew..
Smirnoff advertisement?
Hat party?
Justin Timberlake 5/11: ULTIMATE sick cunt. Pub crawl after work, taxi drivers, sauce bottles, spilling my drinks over the girl in front of me, futuresex/lovesound, private jokes, private jokes, private jokes, peeing in the mens coz the line was way too big for the girls, walking out of rod laver with a heap of booze, making kara listen to my JT songs on our drunken walk through the city..
I want to go again (every night, maybe for the rest of my life)
How drunk we were? How puffy my eyes look? How much of a creep Kara looks??
Geelong last weekend: kittens!, smirnoff ice with guarana, way too much smirnoff ice with guarana, nobody knowing what gary looks like ("what is WRONG with these people?!"), getting my hair patted at lambys, getting my hair dissed by the bogan taxi driver who's still rootin her ex, lambys mixes, high 5's, v.i.p's, me and kato ruling at life, playing with the kittens untill 6:30 in the morning waiting for the guarana to let me sleep..
Kittens!!
I miss Geelong!
Anyway I'm pretty sure we're all a pack of sick cunts and I don't remember ever having so much fun.
See you at Muse?