Monday, October 09, 2006

My Nemesis has a colour. That colour is Orange

Saturday night I experienced a new kind of evil. It lured me in with its bright colours, its 9% volume, its copious 3 litres and its astonishing value of $16.95. But don’t be fooled brothers and sistas! The Russian devil is truly a bringer of pain and devastation upon every unfortunate soul its siren voice cries out to.



3 litres later I'm in the infamous K'road Ball room where upon my comrade in arms (he had been drinking the devil water from his own 3 litres) promptly tried to fight his mate over a text. You know who you are. BUT DONT BE ASHAMED! Oh no for it is not your fault my child! The unspoken evil had possessed you with the same coloured hatred I was soon to experience.

Were else do you end up when slugging back jack Daniels and devil orange? The Whitehouse of course! I have heard 3rd hand stories of my apparent conquests from people who have no right to talk large. One fellow in particular ended up been whipped down the cat walk in his boxers by two strippers on his hands and knees while his "mates" cheered him on and tried to slap him on the ass. Some how me giving a desperate women $10 to dance around doesn’t seem as bad. Below is a sneaky pic of the said idiot crawling away his dignity.

More pictures would have been available but I was yelled at by a topless waitress.


I figure the moral of the story is this: Strip clubs are good as long is someone else is making a bigger fool of themselves

I don’t like maxims that encourage behaviour modification.

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