Thursday, 21 November 2013

ANOTHER DAY, ANOTHER NIGHT, ANOTHER WINE DINNER, ANOTHER HANGOVER . . . . THE SEQUENCE OF EVENTS ON THE TRAIL TO SELF DESTRUCTION . . . . AS A GREAT AUSSIE BAND ONCE SUNG, 'THE NIPS ARE GETTING BIGGER' . . . . GETTING OLDER, GETTING DRUNK.

PRE DINNER DRINKS ON MY PAT MALONE . . . . DRY ROSE, PERFECT SUMMER BOOZE
 THE CAMPARI AND SODA . . . . DOING IT ITALIAN STYLE
 COFFEE BEAN INFUSED PATRON . . . . FINALLY A TEQUILA THAT DOESN'T TASTE LIKE PISS
 DESOLATION BOULEVARD . . . . ALWAYS THE LAST TO LEAVE
 STRANGE APPARITION ON THE CAB RIDE HOME . . . . GHOST ON THE MEDIAN STRIP, WTF
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2 comments:

  1. loveless24 November 2013 at 06:44

    dog, is that black nail varnish or just a damaged thumb-nail? if it's black because you been wrenching on the bike, brilliant, if it's nail varnish, double bloody brilliant! real men wear black nail polish..........you know's it mucker........

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  2. WhitelinePsycho24 November 2013 at 07:59

    Fair go Timmy, of course it's fucking nail polish, I must say though that purple has always been my preferred colour and this was dark blue, done by me to prove to the girls one night just how much of talented fucker I am, love ya buddy !!!

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