back to some riga

Drink brine, locate bladders, raise kilt. Drips, tugs: wees pox uraan, so OD brinex. Drinky.

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post-afp

now we're happy again. after the afp tried stopping us urinating on parliament house and then accused us of running a stop sign, we got away. now wedgewood mike and john are stealing a cushion from the place in the background to the accompanying photograph.

tofay - afp muthafuckas

poor gentlej ohn, all pusssy and sht, wanted to take piss and the fucking afp stopped him what the fuck am i right fuckung boo fucking pig ceuntsu97 mb7on,0

john & wedgewood mike fail #2.a: back at the holy grail

discussing methods for knocking uhlmann out in one hit, wedgewood mike showcases powerful blows. to be continued.

john & wedgewood mike fail #2: "all the politicians hang out at the other two bars you were at"

john & wedgewood mike fail #1: where the fuck is chris uhlmann and why isn't he eating my fists of fury?

D'Ooley, we're looking for an iron-clod gua®anteaÈ that you'll defend the hammer if he punches uhlmann in the fucking bonce.

john & wedgewood mike fail #0

where is the rigour?

oh, fuck

i'm in a senior administrator's office, watching her put finishing touches on an offer of employment to be administered by my organisation. we are editing the document, and she is going through it very carefully, and this, of course, bores me.
so I head back to the meeting table to start this blog. loading up my site, the sartorial motherfucker greets me. I twiddle my fingers, prepare to sign in, shift in my seat - turning slightly: a smiling sartorial motherfucker greets me.