Anyway I have a day off tommorrow playing @ full forward for the mightly Uni of Wollongong reserve grade vs Bomaderry then going to see the Pies hopefully eat shit and die vs the Sydney swans tomoro night.
Went out on Wednesday night and got unbelievably manished... Town was absolutely packed despite the drizzling rain as every uni student in Wollongong bar Hamish "Im not getting drunk tonight" Gorman had finished their exams. Regardless, who do I bump into @ Ivory but the man himself off his head! He proudly showed me some smudged barely legible scribble on his hand which apparently said: "You have an exam tommorrow; do not get too drunk tonight". Classic! Eagerly awaiting the exam results for that one...
But I digress. The night actually started with dinner @ North gong with Casey, JC, Rennie "shrek" Carnivale and Tim "chasingKesby" Dains. Steak n a few beers later we say goodbye to the girls (this includes Rennie obv because in his mind Gym > Socialising) "you dont get biceps like this hanging out at the pub". Grabbing a 6 pack of premix Jimmys (brings me back to my 18yr old days when I could only afford Cougar n cokes) me n Tim head to Luke "McGrog" Mcgregor house where we meet up with Dobbo and some of Luke's mates and proceed to predrink it up while pizzling the shit out of Simmo "jizzpants" Irish who is failing spectacularly at doing an assignment apparently a lazy four weeks overdue (at what stage do you give up) To Simmo's credit he did man up and drive us into town; in return I might pass him the ball on the weekend @ footy.
So packed arse Ivory ran into the one and only James "big Koots" Cayley; Chloe, among endless numbers of other individuals by this stage recollections are getting a little hazy due to peer pressured Jagerbombs (i fuckin hate jagerbombs) as well as endless bourbons (who can pass up Wild Turkeys in happy hour). Across the road to Glasshouse the manishment continues with Chad "Dobbly" Kroeger. I distinctly remember a few things; ran into Millhouse who seemed to have lost the ability to speak which did not deter him from shouting incoherent nothings in my ear. I actually saw James the next afternoon who was still passed out on the floor of his place, but I definetely understood his "fuck off" when I asked him how he was feeling looooooooool. Other memories include going drink for drink Jack n lemonades with Brad "PDF" Golledge, by the 3rd one we were lapping them outta the glass to demonstrate to some rookie 18 year old fish why we were shouting "MOTHERS MILK" at the top of our lungs. Also got pizzled by this dude who was an Austrian exchange student back in Year 8 in high school who has been in the Austrian army for a couple of years and is now built like a brick shithouse and proceeded to crush my hand while giving me some motivational dribble about making the most of my potential... obv poker doesnt count and today certainly didnt benefit from his uplifting speech.
Manage to escape on the bus to Castros with Jack "paddlepoplion" Dobbo who is as paralytic as I am by this stage. If anyone can fill in the blanks for me in this stage it would be much appreciated only thing i remember is seeing John"thatdeafguy" Ziogas outside in the smoking area... very standard good to see him loving life though. Next thing I remember im by myself at Fat Boy Pide - accused the dude working behind the counter of trying to fuck with me because the drinks fridge was on the other side of the shop than the last time I was in there.. Smash down my barbecue Meatlovers pide which is fucking pure: pide >>> kebab imo. Also semi-abused some chick who used to work behind the bar at cooneys when we were 18 year old menaces; it was standard operating procedure to powerspew @ 11 after starting drinking when happy hour started @ 9. Those nights were fucking pure; I have very fond memories of being stoked when you got up $5 in the pokies - because that was enough to buy the amazing $5 combo of one Carlton Draught and a bourbon and coke!! anyway I accused this chick of being responsible for the fact that Im not as intelligent now as I used to be and that she singlehandly caused the destruction of many of my brain cells.
She laughs it off --> cab ---> home and I slumber til midday upon which I wake up fucking manished which lasts with me all day and night, I almost vom multiple times at footy training. Not the only one feeling the effect though; messages received from Dobbo on Thursday:
* "wow what did i do to myself last night im in agony!"
to which my reply was:
"I'm dying ive got the junkie shakes"
and he comes back with:
"Mate im fucked im convinced im actually dying"
for those interested in what Jack did last night he crumbled his soul back @ mcgrogs on what looked like possibly the worst pull out bed in the world while the soccer was on. Thursday night he had to go to work teaching little kids how not to drown unrucky Dobbly appropriately summed up by Dixon "HAVE FUN AT WORK CUNT"
yeah there may be a reason I dont punish my liver that hard that often. Looks like Dixon had fun last night though I will post a quote from Facebook today (for those people who dont know Dixon, the amount of shit he posts on facey in a day is directly correlated to the level of manishment he is enduring).
James Dixon ---> James Pirie:
DICKO YOU JUST DONT UNDERSTAND, THE PIZZLING I RECEIVE ON A CONSTANT BASIS IS BEYOND. JUST THINK ABOUT IT IN MY SHOES, I WOULD NEVER EVER!! SLEEP ON YOUR COACH AND PIZZLE YOU BUT U CONTINUE TO MAKE ME CRUMBLE IN ALL CIRCUMSTANCES. IM CRUMBLING AND I NEVER WOULD DO DAT. PLEASE JUST GIVE ME SOME PEACE AND QUIET AND STOP BEING SUCH A PIZZLER.....FUUUUUUUCK WHERE MY PEPPERONI AND PASTRY PIZZA NO ONE TOUCHES MY CUSTOM PIZZA OR BROWNIES NEVER WOULD DEY DO DAT...NEVVVVVVVVVVVER, YOU COULD NEVER DO DAT, ILL CRUUUUUUUUUUUMBLE. NEVER STAY AT MY HOUSE DIXON OR EAT MY PIZZA AND BROWNIES YOU DONT UNDERSTAND HOW BADLY I WILL CRUMBLE
Poker Results:Today: -$3,162.14/68 MTTs/ABI $64/ITM 12%/Zero FTs/1 FT bubble.
OVERALL: +$672.04
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