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pete the wulf wrote:Trailboss wrote:KING BOLLOCKS wrote:My mother inlaw was baby sitting my kids the other night…when me and the missus got back she was reading a book…i read a few books so i quizzed her if it was a good book ?
:huh:
She sorta said yep and changed the subject pretty quickly :huh:
I now remember the title of the book…..”50 shades of Grey” :ohmy: :sick: :sick: :sick: :sick: :ohmy:
True story :ohmy:
Bol :woohoo:
Get a copy for your bride by all accounts its the go Bolls, shit sorry King Bolls
TB
Isn’t it based on King Bollocks ? :laugh: :laugh:
na pete, its based on “aching bollocks”
not “the king bollocks” :laugh: :laugh: :laugh: :laugh:
a dirty f**kin honda…..
WTF??????
youve changed Scotty, it used to be about the music man :laugh: :laugh: :laugh:
well, it was last time i saw you :laugh: :laugh: :laugh:
that MC Cronic is a bad influence on you buddy
from lunch to dusk hey scotty…….
pretty good goin for a HUSKI :laugh: :laugh: :laugh: :laugh:
i reckon we need to buy Rosie some flowers and chockys for lookin after all us
she seems a good egg
wish november would hurry the f**k up!!! :laugh:
original pirate material :laugh: :laugh: :laugh:
you tha man MC
happy birthday old fella
my PC crashed just after i posted that last one :S thank god i didnt have to try writing it again
some other random shots i missed…
sickest cake ever, complete with fornicating tamworthians…… top work Rachel
LC4skin about to eat Snowys Balls at the thai restaurant on monday night :laugh: :laugh: :laugh:
my surprise at not winning old bull of the year :laugh: :laugh: :laugh: :laugh:
…..late December back in ’63, What a very special time for me
As I remember what a night! Oh what a night… :woohoo:
Perko… a giant of a man :laugh: :laugh:
Bob and his indestructable cardboard armour. totally impertinant to everything…..
but rain :laugh: :laugh: :laugh: :laugh:
before
afterwicked weekend. massive thanks to all involved. huge effort by all. unforgettable.
saturday night shenanigoats……. :laugh:
after the ride it was sooooo good to get back into some dry clothes and slurp on a soothing mug of whiskey
i lazed around for a while and chatted to some crew whilst whipping up some snags.
i found it amazing that STM could always sniff out some food and whenever we cooked, he (or one of his many entities) :laugh: :laugh: would turn up for a graze. it was uncanny. :laugh: :laugh:
STM, nose of a bloodhound….
chris72a, geeking it up as always :laugh: :laugh:it kept on raining and camp drunkasfuck was turning into a quagmire, despite all of JAK and Rohans trenching efforts.
wetter than a Manatee on heat!darkness began to fall and we all headed off for a tasty dinner at the SC hall. it looked like we had entered a japanese restaurant with everyones shoes at the door :laugh: :laugh:
after a big day on the bike and a feed of snags i was still ravished and woofed down plateful of food. i was still hungry and was sniffing around for seconds when they took the food away
:angry: WTF!!
many a laugh was had at dinner and my highlight was watching some bloke i didnt know take Bobs jacket and put it on, obviously without knowing the jackets history :laugh: :laugh: what a tool :laugh: :laugh: (i later found out it was Galey, so i was right about the tool bit) :laugh: :laugh: :laugh:being dangerously low on scotch i sweet talked JAK into taking a quick spin into Bathurst for some more stock… little did i know that JAK is scared to drive in the rain…and the dark :pinch: and well, now i know why he is also known as Mr Daisy :laugh: :laugh:
if anyone needs more explanation take a look at this…http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W-ApXCPf39c&feature=player_detailpage
:dry: :laugh: :laugh:
we finally made it back (eyes rolling) and got to the fire for the last of the auction action.
seems nobody wanted to have lunch with TB, cant understand why, he was paying :laugh: :laugh: :laugh:
boony won the charity rack (sounds sexy when i put it like that!) (the rack, not Boony) but i had to wonder if he put it behind his Great Wall of shit, would the front wheels still be on the ground?? :laugh: :laugh: maybe he will enter it in the next Tamworth Tractor Pull :laugh:
the rains came again and we lobbed back to camp. i reckon camp drunkasfuck was actually a wormhole in time and space as everyone who entered it came out in a different state :laugh: :laugh:somwhere in the vortex, chris whipped out the guitar and some of the boys sang in choir. it sounded like a bag of cats getting neutered :laugh: but was f**king hilarious. i was too pissed to even tune my ukulele :laugh: :laugh: so i whipped out my trusty harmonicas and joined in 😆
anyone can play them and a few of the boys had a crack. we were all jammin hard.
a bloke i hadnt met before, MC Kronic wandered in and started freestyling some mad songs. it was fully sick and hectic even.
cant wait for his CD to come out.
i wanted him to sign my manboob but unfortunately, theres never a texta around when you need one :pinch:meanwhile, moto had all but shotgunned a bottle of vodka, to the amusement of all. being a seasoned Pom he is well travelled and quite fluent in the native swahili tongue, which he tried in vein to teach us before retiring on top of LC’s tent :laugh: :laugh:
elvis and his arsecrack leave the building
im a hari krishna… give me your money and i’ll pray.
Nath sings him a lullabyMal popped in for a while but wasnt too keen on the Drambuie shots, claiming it to be ‘fighting juice’ :laugh: :laugh:
he still had one and left in his usual tranquill rage of anger…
dont f**k with Mal, he will smile as he eats your head. :laugh: :laugh:i vaguely remember MickP coming over for a shot, just to say “suck shit kids, im retiring next year” :laugh: lucky bugger
mudflap kept an eye on us always, i think he was still pissed that i spun him around in the throne, sorry mate. he also likes Drambuie more than bacon though :whistle:
Bob had also had a skinfull of his favourite poison, raspberry vodka and creamy soda :sick:
god he is a rowdy bugger after a sniff….http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=T6HPMsEwTsU
Nath kisses Bob (apparently its ok where they come from)
from then on it gets a little blurry :laugh: :laugh: :laugh:
LC decided it was time for a pole dance… on Sams pole :laugh:
it was late, here he shows us how to properly lick an envelope
this bloke wandered in
his name is Mick and he is a good bloke. we all hung shit on his hat.
then we found out he is a lawyer and he is gonna sue our arses…
so we gave him some Drambuie and various other intoxicants till he was our mate againby now it was really late
LC said, “hlkjtoiurtfntuiriotrl rthjrlgj erotjeloeri”
seems he had picked up motos strange swahili dialect.
it roughly translated to “f**k it, im going to bed”the camp was dead, so i headed over to the fire via Chris’ van
“Hi Chris”, lets jam some more!he was so excited he did get back out of bed….
but wouldnt help me drag STM’s tent down to the fire….
weak as piss i say :kiss:as usual, the one and only true old bull stayer was still at the fire……
the dude, looks to the heavens as he backs it up again….. f**king legendi crawled into bed still half dressed, basking in the glory that i’d made it through the whole episode without falling over
oh what a night………
