Frekin Thang...(the photo slut)jajaja

" Let daddy show you how to do it" (John V as in Victor, illela, puttin it in backside; REEEAL SMOOTH)
photo: that doode who blackmales for cash, but smiles in thee end.

Brian McCarthy

doode.....Little Richard has never sounded so sick!!!!
Lu-cille!!!!
thank you so much. you're a great friend.

gorse

gorse is this wicked f-in weed that the bloody Brits brought over to NZ like, idono, couple hundred years ago. it's super spiky, has yellow flowers on it, and grows like hemroids on a woman in labor or a long haul trucker. i believe it was general Cook who thought it to be a great idea to bring it here cuz it makes a great hedge. damn he f-ed up.

in the long lost trapping tracks of thee elusive snaggle toof boar, i find myself being bombarded with the hemroid gorse thorns.(there's video for this but, i'm having some IT issues)

VS.

"livin on a prayer"
vs.
"purple rain"

VOLTAGE (a commitment to excellence)

trip out
barrel stance.the cobra flex

GET THE POT ON!!!

that's the phrase you yell when you walk in your friends house and it's f---ing pissin down rain outside and like 40 degrees. funny thing is, it's spring already and we've already moved the clocks foward. it's only stopped raining for 2 hours in the last 54. thats when i made my break for the lawn mower and handle some f-in business. now, calling the radiator "my girl", i hear the jolly cheer of "GET THE POT ON!!!" it's tea time folks.

Brown Corduroys

it had been flat and raining for a week or so. will and i had a justice surf on some knee high doughballs in the afternoon to say we got wet. will was having a blast out there. i had fun but, he was giggling like a little kid. after we went in he told me he had been on the beer since 9 in the mornin. pretty funny.

i was gonna drive to gizzy the next day cuz the swell and wind were looking a lil' thumb to pinky but, i still had 50 kilos of limes to pic and box so i held back.

gotta call from will at like 10am, wondering if i was keen. i was. so i met him at Sir Edmund Hillarys bach.(pronounced batch;aka, holiday house: i started call'n'em Johann's. makes more sence or cents)

we did that beautiful hike over to Orokawa, and were greeted by blue corduroy.
from now on...i think i'll only where my brown cords to the beach.