Radelaide

Spent my glorious four days intended for harvesting, braising and the like in Adelaide. I love Adelaide despite popular opinion, i think it's sick. As well as being the city of churches and mullets, Adelaide is generally quite wicked.

For example

They have tiny doors on random places over the city. As in really detailed doors, with frames and knobs and all. I saw where one once stood having had a "room to let" sign hung on it. Some poor cunt had its way with it. I got to see a real one though, it was very adorable.

There is an abundance of chocolate stores. They're fucking everywhere. Perth has none and yet as you step off your plane there's one awaiting you in the terminal. There is chocolate over and in all the fine bellies of every Adelaidian, the stuff even managed to dry itself upon my own fucking stockings and boots.

In Adelaide a goon bag is a goon sack

And as well as the Alice in Wonderland doors Adelaide has a a lot of art in the city. There's one massive murial which is incredible and the pigs and the two balls and the fish bones and all this other shit.

another thing Adelaide can claim is Dirtbag's Funniest Night of her Life.
A cousin of mine and i were sitting on the ground in the kitchen eating chocolate and trying to put it away but cause we were drunk we just couldn't part with it. I accidentally knocked over the bowl but yeh we just kept dipping our phalanges in it. The cousin then realises that the bowl had chipped with its fall and that she'd just swallowed some glass. Being drunk and enjoying the chocolate we continued with the eating, with numerous amounts of glass finally swallowed. The cousin's throat really started to hurt so i was all like "i'lll go gett youreeeerr sisssterrr yeaah and like she'll know what tooo dooo. You reckonzz that they'llyyell be fuckinggg yet or nooot" to which the cousin replied "naaaah you'llzz be righttt, theyzz like only juuutsss went up theree" so i go upstairs. Since I'd been informed that I'd be safe i knocked while i opened the bedroom door rather than waiting and to my surprise i saw, in the act, man and woman hittin up the old 69. I fell to the floor laughing so incredibly hard. i quickly got out of the room and then tried desperately to get down the stairs but kept falling over from the laughter. So fucking funny. Every time i stood up i fell again and so it took me ten minutes to get back into the kitchen. Later, after already having spoken to 4 people on the phone about it all i went to send the story by text and drunkenly sent it to the wrong numbers. The night could not get any funnier.

Anyways i really needed to share that because along with some year ten myspace photos aka. child pornography circling through the school it's been a very fucking funny weekend for some but not all.


here we have some random ring rang riding the runt...


and next is Mr. Jemaine Clement vith zee mazzive vallzz...


Unfortunatley i cannot as of yet provide for you viewing photos of the tiny doors since google is not cool enough to know of them and my phone also lacks in the cool department and so don't yet know how to grace my destop with pictures off of it. When i do figure it out though i promise pictures of the door, the murial and also the dead rat i saw a few weeks ago. yay.

P FUCKING S. This is our 69th post. We win.