Tundy's To-Doo

Friday night started with the (remaining) boys coming to mine for a bit of pool and piss before we left to Tundys. We took Bags' car to 20, and, along with our eski, marched into the house as if we owned it. It turned out we did, cos we were the first people there, with only Kempy preceding us.

As Colts players steadily arriving, the night took a turn when the card games started. Tundy was so shit at them, and he was pissed well and truly before anyone else, so much so that he forgot to cook the sausages. Until i reminded him of course, i was nearly as hungry as Brock is for Meluka.

My favourite part of the night is when Calbo lost a drinking game and had to skull a full pint glass of the deadliest concoction ever. Vodka, Beez, Port, some of a Cruizer and a dash of jacks, for the record. He took it like a champ and won $5 for his effort.

Then the 'usual suspects' (you know the ones, Pa, Scotty, Ribs, Kentos, Macca and Harbeck) rocked up, higher than Kelly's half mast when he sees Sheldon. Pretty fucking high. I have found a picture of what it would have looked through their eyes:

So after that things started to lame, apart from watching the famous Tundy's-BOG-in-the-Grand-Final video. We knew when they whipped out One Night In Paris that it was time for us to leave. After watching for a bit of course.

After taking a taxi back to mine, it wasnt long before we started dropping so we retired to the front room and watched a bit of 'Bryan Strauchan; Pure B.S.' Funniest fat guy i know. Apart from Jarryd i mean haha.

So you guys didnt miss much, apart from being surrounded by sky-high shit-blokes and a bit of Paris.

Im off like Kelly's balls when he sees Morgan next,

Alexxxxx