G on the way
Monday, October 09, 2006
So G Man is to be arriving on Thursday on the east coast of the US of A - Boston, Massatooshits. It was supposed to have been D.C. but shit got changed.
Seriously I don't know how he's gonna cope. Dude's 25 and still living at home, never been a day out the house without Big Rache by his side - packing a lunchbox filled with chips, muffins and Milo drinks, making sure he's wearing his thermal jocks in the winter, walking him across the road and along his merry way to school/work. Maybe you can have your crumbed chiggen FedEx'd over? But at least you'll be joined by Boston Rob (mmmm, mmmm - hippo - private joke!). Then again "Robert" is just as useless - 50 years of life between them, yet no independence to show for it!
Six months is a long time buddy, gonna miss a lot things from home!
Say goodbye to the warm and sunny weather...
...your friends...
...MACHETE DESHTROYER nights at the MadHatta... that continued to the Steers...
...and of course, your Me-Julie.
Oh, yes, and your fam and Big Rache. But don't worry, I'll be back in Feb or so to take care of them all - it's what a good brother-in-law should do...
Some tips - take sleeping pills, magazines (but not the Men's Health), a travel pillow and Imodium for the dodge scrambled eggs in the morn. Pray you don't have a crying American brat kicking your chair behind you, or a fat women who's overflowing from her seat onto yours. But be a gentleman and let her use your tray to eat her food. Oh, and don't get offended when you get called Australian.
But it should be a good one, you and "Robert" should deshtroy that place one time. So when in America, do as the Americans do. Be loud. Be proud(ly Safrican!). Work long. Drive slow. And be fat. You maybe wanna brush up on your Afrikaans or Sotho or something, so you can point out the hot chick, fat dude or Larry Bird when you're on the train.
And count down the days 'til "News from one fucked up American holiday". My visas are approved, flights are paid for. It's on. Like Donkey Kong!
Travel safe, and catch you on the flip side. Pieces.
Seriously I don't know how he's gonna cope. Dude's 25 and still living at home, never been a day out the house without Big Rache by his side - packing a lunchbox filled with chips, muffins and Milo drinks, making sure he's wearing his thermal jocks in the winter, walking him across the road and along his merry way to school/work. Maybe you can have your crumbed chiggen FedEx'd over? But at least you'll be joined by Boston Rob (mmmm, mmmm - hippo - private joke!). Then again "Robert" is just as useless - 50 years of life between them, yet no independence to show for it!
Six months is a long time buddy, gonna miss a lot things from home!
Say goodbye to the warm and sunny weather...
...your friends...
...MACHETE DESHTROYER nights at the MadHatta... that continued to the Steers...
...and of course, your Me-Julie.
Oh, yes, and your fam and Big Rache. But don't worry, I'll be back in Feb or so to take care of them all - it's what a good brother-in-law should do...
Some tips - take sleeping pills, magazines (but not the Men's Health), a travel pillow and Imodium for the dodge scrambled eggs in the morn. Pray you don't have a crying American brat kicking your chair behind you, or a fat women who's overflowing from her seat onto yours. But be a gentleman and let her use your tray to eat her food. Oh, and don't get offended when you get called Australian.
But it should be a good one, you and "Robert" should deshtroy that place one time. So when in America, do as the Americans do. Be loud. Be proud(ly Safrican!). Work long. Drive slow. And be fat. You maybe wanna brush up on your Afrikaans or Sotho or something, so you can point out the hot chick, fat dude or Larry Bird when you're on the train.
And count down the days 'til "News from one fucked up American holiday". My visas are approved, flights are paid for. It's on. Like Donkey Kong!
Travel safe, and catch you on the flip side. Pieces.
