To blog a mocking Bird.

Well the weekend has come and gone, once again signalying the weary, tiresome, yet needful begging of another week.

Uni is pretty shit due to mid terms and a few assingments that need to be constructed, and theres not to much work on at work, which means as soon as i get something to do, i devour it , which leaves me with nothing to do.
As much as i do enjoy my job, sometimes it can be TOO quiet.

But sooner or later some devil sprinkler layout, or Monster FDS simulation will need to be done, thus making me regret my wish for work.
Also im tired, which doesnt help, and u know its monday.

Saturday was pretty crusiey, in the morning went to do some last min fathers day shoping, then took the dog to frolock in the goodness of the agility course down the road, which he wasnt afraid of this time, thank god.

Then matt and jill required taxi duty, which was fine, as we requested taxi duty from them at the time of roz's xmas party, as it was they accidently left their exspensive bottle of wine in the back of our car... SCORE!

Then is was off to chateua le Meakin.

Stickers were deliverd, Tools were shrapened, predator cannons were fired, beer and pizza was consumed, beer and pizza was spewed, speakers were blown, posums had eyes missing, all in all it was quite fun, and good to catch up with both meaky and the pirate ken, thus proving without a doubt he has fanta panties.

Nye whipped out his laptop, only to be abused for stickering the holy white goodness, on that note, NYE U FUCKING IDIOT, but i digress.
Franga drunk way to much, exact qty unknown, but eitherway, he challenged the world to the power spew of the ages contest. Unfortunatley he was the only contestant.
Thus the winnaaaR!!!!!

Anywhoo, was a good night, went home, lade waste of a injun village, slept.
Sunday saw the fathers day adventure, and susspodley we were to do something, so i told frank he couldnt come for a ride in the stat forrest, well it turns out, what ever that was, wasnt on by the time we got there.
Fucks if i know what it was, and why it wasnt on, eitherway i think frank was saved.

The ride was tourtuous.
Fun, But deadly.

We went down some fucking madness hills, only to have to push the bike back up the other side (what goes down, must come back up if it wants to get back to the main road out...) but yeah the hills were torture on the calves, quads were fine, calves were slain.

Good ride tho.
Dont plan to go back on those hills tho.
A few beers and scotch's were had over a huge roast pork, which as always when ros's mum cooks it, delicious!!!!

Hope everyone had a good weekend, and i hope meaky posts predator pictures of the drunkard, franga.

*****EDIT******
Formatted, well hit "enter" randomly.... for my iddy biddy Lawnrice.