The weekend just passed will be now known as the weekend of farts.
Friday night seems to = mexican night for ros and i, no idea why, it seems that like friday night at nye's is a staple weekly part of most people's diet's, friday nights at montyzumers seems to be the staple diet for ros and i.
You would think that if we go there so much i would be able to spell it. but hey its me, and i make up for my lack of spelling by using my sexy points, i will explain later in the blog.
Ok, so friday night at monty's, after hearing about the different levels of hot sauce that you could get there from frank, i thought i might try a hot sauce of level 5. 5 out of 6.
Gibbo tried the same, althou at the end of the night, he had a lot more hot sauce left in his than in mine, Whats the matter gibbo? got no ticker??
Anyway by its self, it was hotter than my balls after a long day in the sun, walking around the city, actualy thats more sweaty than hot, well it was hot enough to light canles and shit like that.
but it wasnt a initial hot, it was more of a yeah thats not to bad, then for 40 seconds u are trying with much gusto to douche your mouth, with no avail.
Anyway when actauly mixed in to the mexican food it was fucking delicous.
You know how mexican food is usualy always delicious, well add some of this stuff in, and its like mexican food LSD, makes the stuff taste out of this world.
So yeah i loved it, but it pretty much set the scene for the next 2 days of horendous farts.
Anyway matt and jill had to piss off home as they had some swining, work christmas party where everyone was geting runk and wet, it was also down the coast. (please note, 1 thing mentioned in the last sentence was not true, use your own illusions to decided which it was, kinda a choose your own adventure.)
Anyway i started to watch notting hill as there was noting else on, then ros fell asleepl, then noting hill draged on for like 7 hours, anyway i ended up going to bed missing the end of the movie, and thos of u who know me, know how MUCH I HATE MISSING THE END OF A MOVIE, even if it was fucking terrible, which it was...
Im not sure why that is, must be my stuboness.
ofr instance if i start reading a book, and dont like it, i will continue reading till i finish it, only to say, man that was a shit book.
In all the books i have read i have only stoped reading 2, and 1 was because i was waiting on another book to come out, which it did, so i will probably finish reading it one day soon.
The other was fellow ship of the ring. nuff said there.... TAKE FOREVER WITH THE BOOK!!!!!
Saturday was a slow start, i managed to make my carcas sleep in till 10:30, which is a big effort, specialy with the dog jumping round biting any apendages haning over the side of the bed....
We braved the Xmas shoppers and pretty much did all of our xmas shoping for all the rellies... with the rage rising only once.
Although ros did nearly fly kick some old bitch cause she was walking slow in a fast walking section.
Saturday arvo we had our Unit Xmas party, which was cool, as i was playing MOS - The annual 2005 (thank u DJ Borris!) and dowing southern comfort like there was no tomorow, and as far as i am concerned there wasn't, more on that later.
Saturday evening we left the unit party to go to jama's 21st and let me tell u i was in no state to drive, so ros did.
Stoped at the bottle'o for more drinks, and aparently u cant get Archers Spri in a Apple falvour... acoring to the rocket scientist that worked there, sorry shorty for bringing your profession into disripute.
Anyway i went dressed as Fred Flinstone, as it was a dress up as your fav cartoon character, and well as thats not my fav character, its what my robust physique best matches.
Anyway it was cold as a fucking eskimo's anus at the party.
So i froze my Barney Rubbles off, and ros was all tucked up in pants , shirt + huge sub zero jacket, and i had a fucking tie, and pair of shorts, and a momo....
Anyway she is now sick as a dog, with suspected Galangular fever, and i, once again protected by my whale blubba, was untouched by the dreaded flu / devil spewtum going around at the party.
Sunday was a quiet, spent recuperating for ros, as she was the devil's child of mucas, and sneezing.
Which subsequently is a by product of mucas.
Sunday lunch time we thought we would pop over and see mum and pop as we were in the area, andway we ended up staying till like 8pm, and they shouted us dinner so its all good.
Monday is now.
Enjoy.
Its go HOME TIME!!!
wooo woo woo
Go steam updating HL2, and then me taking my pc home, now i have to bring the fucker back to re-validate HL2, dam u steam.
