You Got What I Like

So yeah, Sunday's here again and things aren't quite right. Again. I'll go through a few of the things that have happened over the last 48 hours.

The Christmas party on Friday night was actually pretty wholesome. There weren't any punch ups, there was some nice dips, a great barbecue and not too many tense moments. One cool thing was the speech by Jimmy. I know this sounds kinda lame but it was a poem type thing that all rhymed and it went for 10 minutes and was great. There's been a whole lot of action down at GSR this year. Teddy got the flick for swearing at people constantly and being a grub. Adesy kept sleeping in drunk and missing work. Couchie crashed a truck into a parked car, over a hedge and into a house making the evening news. Shaneo picked up the nickname Fathead. A big year.

Yesterday was a whole different story. It was a very interesting sort of a day. One that I wasn't too keen on being part of initially, but one that once I was on board was happy about. Basically what happened was that I was on a boat with about 15 other guys and 10 strippers. There was supposed to be a 10 course seafood lunch but I only saw a couple of prawns and a couple of oysters. I didn't mind too much though as I was drunk and there were naked chicks and stuff. It was so wrong, but so right.

Once the cruise was over I was feeling pretty good about myself and at one point I got shut down by some older ladies. We retired to an apartment in Surfers somewhere. All sorts of bad stuff was happening. I think that I was a toolie. I only had shorts on and we were looking at going out later so I went out and bought some pants. Buying clothes whilst intoxicated is never a good idea, but I'm pretty happy with these pants. I'm not so happy about the price though and I don't think that I would have paid it had the circumstances been different. Um, we got a limo back up to Brisbane, I had to "go" pretty badly. It was a great relief when we finally got to the destination.

So did some more stuff then headed to the pub where I ran into a few familiar faces one of them being Matthew Brown. Or is it Brown? Anyways, he and I decided to blow that popsicle stand and head somewhere that neither of us have been to before, Chalk. It seems to be the name that is on everyone's lips at the moment, well, bar wise anyway. We got there and it was shut so we headed into the Valley. We went to Birdee Num Nums and continued to drink and whatever. I recall there being a Brazillian girl in there somewhere but they are banned like American girls from here on in.

The sun came up and I got kicked out. Matthew Brown and I caught a cab home together, but not before we spoke to some "dancers." These girls were very different to the ones on the boat, which is unfortunate for them.

So it was a very big sort of a day, very unwholesome and I'm going to have to scrub very hard to get the filth off, and I don't think that I will ever be the same. I used to try and tell myself that I didn't really like this sort of stuff and that it was beneath me and things like that. I think that I was wrong. I think that I am a bit of a pervert. I think that I am a bit of a boozehound. I think that I am a bit of a fiend. Oh well.