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Dear Bloggers,

Guess what we are doing tomorrow? Go on then, guess.. We are going to visit an old mate to deliver his toe compartment socks, jacket and pants. We wont be giving him that money we owe him though, fuck that. We are also going on a fake meat hunt.....you are not welcome to join us if your name is merc and you are considering shaving the fuzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!

We would like to go on a timewarp and take ya'll back to two weeks ago when we went to see Grinspoon. It was this very same night that we went to dinner with a really hot guy. But that story and many more can wait til next time.

We just put a thousand and one photos into our photo section for everyone to look at. you will notice that they are all food and beverage related.. Except for the tiara photo, except we're pretty sure it was an edible tiara.

Tonight we have laughed so damn hard at our photos.. Oh and at our old band songs. We will post a couple of songs now.. But beware, these are random.. and ours.. so dont steal, you stealing stealers.

This song is dedicated to Babyfirefly.. because shes a teacher and would have to see kids with orange backpacks. This song is about Frump.

::[ORANGE BACK PACK]::
i saw you one day walking past
you seemed to be walking really fast
you were wearing an orange back pack
its orange, not red and its in the middle of your back
its shiny and nice and pretty and pink
when i saw it was orange, not red my heart did sink
oh orange back pack
you look like a back pack
oh how i need a back pack
sam has flexible feet
your black hair was touching the bag
and on you that bag looks like an orange rag
that bag would look better on me
but if it were red i'd like it better
A green ant just now crawled up my leg
I obviously didnt like it cos its green, not red
oh orange back pack
you look like a back pack
oh how i need a back pack
sam has flexible feet
i can see a cloud, it looks like a back pack
but it doesnt look like the orange back pack
It looks like a shirt back pack
A red one, a port
Thanks for amusing me with the orange back pack
you're a real sport
CUCUMBER EARS, CUCUMBER ARMS, MUSHROOM EAR LOBES, DIRTY FISH
BREATH........................... LEGEND.
oh orange back pack
you look like a back pack
oh how i need a back pack
sam has flexible feet


Here is another song that we wrote. Pooe Chubb was a very famous band at one point. We even gave out about 2 signatures. This song was about a bruise one of us had.

::[BRUISES]::
my friend has a bruise right on her face
its not red, its black and its on her face (yelled)
i laugh and point and stare and laugh and stare
i even poke it but she doesnt seem to care
[chorus]
bruise on your head, bruise on your arm
they are black not red so i hate you for that (yelled)
the skin on the inside of my cheek is falling off
i think i have a bruise and its probably red
i stole a hookers tub of soy yogurt
she bopped me on the head and i got a bruise
it really hurts and i hate her for that
but now my friend can point and laugh and stare
she can even poke it but i wouldnt even care
[chorus]
bruise on your head, bruise on your arm
they are black not red so i hate you for that (yelled)
the skin on the inside of my cheek is falling off
i think i have a bruise and its probably red
one day on the way to school
i ignored the fact that i did a big drool
i decided to look at my friends leg
and low and behold there was a bruise the size of a guppi
its not red its black and its on your leg and face
i think pretty soon i might need a pace..............
MAKER!!!! (yelled)
why dont you have bloody bloody red bruises???


Now we will talk about Saturday night. It just so happens that we did end up at the Kerrang locals.. Lots of funnies happened, mostly because we were really drunk looking and sounding. One of us got accidently punched in the mouth leaving a cut and bruise. One of us dragged the other one off a tall stool onto the floor. She lay on the floor for a few moments until the security helped her up. Local security know we are gentle folk and mean no harm, so we get away with a lot. Old mate Wayne would never kick us out. After a lot of singing, yelling along to pop songs we went our separate ways home. One of us fell asleep with shoes on, the other urinated in a garden bed on a busy street. One called the other when she got home and whispered "Mums gonna get mad if i get bread".

Kerrang makes us do funny things, but this time it was funny ha ha instead of funny arsehole.

Maybe we should say goodnight....

Merc has left us all alone to go fondle his favourite meat product after seeing all our hot photos.

Another shout out to babyfirefly for putting up with our shit.

Props to us.

Night kids.

BACON