Dear Bloggers,
We would like to let everyone know that our love/hate list goes in no particular order. But if we were going to have our love list in any such particular order rating from 1 - whatever, babyfirefly would definitely rate as our number 1 hottest bitch of all time. We didnt think we needed to mention this as it was quite obvious by the amount of love and attention we send your way... plus you love that chino shit, and that rates awful high.
Dear Bloggers,
So, we went to Sydney last Thursday. Turns out someone loves us and hooked us up with a night at the Novotel on Darling Harbour. The next day we hit the pub as early as we could be awake, and before we knew it we were drunk and squinting at old mate taniastrange and doctor phil. Poor old mate merc had to hear our drunken babble, which apparently had something to do with beer gardens vs "i didnt say that". Yes, we are that coherant when we are drank. Soon we napped, and then old mate woke us for our dinner date with Lindal. We had awesome vegan pizza and then burped a little, or a lot. We then went back to old mates and drank a lot more and tried to steal promo vinyls. It did not happen, so instead we stole shots of tequila. And that was just what one half of us did. The other half just sat there gagging in the gutter, saving her pineapple cos it looked so hot. But Lindals house offered all sorts of hang over cures. More beers were drank, tales were told and shots were had. We all then decided it was time to brave the rain and get a cab to the gig.
What can we say????? not a lot... WHIRLWIND HEAT!!!!!!!!!!
We love them, so should you. FUCK US!!! they were so good! better than you will ever be. Even better than we will ever be, and we are pretty fucken out there in the good area. What we werent told was that whirlwind heat did a secret show in sydney the week before.. but thats besides the point, cos we werent in sydney anywho.. But anyways, their set was awesome, we danced, we grooved, we put shit on artfag. and then she put shit on us putting shit on her.. so it was one massive circle. but it was hot none the less.
These boys are hot.. seriously hot. We honestly had to look away on their last song cos i think we were both about to cum. We both had to look at artfag to stop the embarrassment of what was about to happen. But then it was all over and old mates whirlwind heat told us to stick around cos there was going to be some sort of surprise at the end of the show. We arent about to let a tip from some hot boys go astray, so we stuck around. And what did they do? Whirlwind heat and the Mess hall went on stage together and went ahead and played 3 nirvana songs. Hot? HOT!!!!!!! We swayed and thrusted at the front. David thought we were shaking our heads, but we were infact shaking our groins, preparing ourselves for when they came offstage. and came they did. Or we did, i cant remember.
Here is a photo of them being far more hotter than you. They are hotter dances than you. WE WANT THEM IN A HARDCORE WAY. MORE THAN WE WANT EACH OTHER.
Thats not even the half of it. Soon old mate Dave was telling us how steve told him how we were doing some of the tour and how we are the greatest bitches alive.. or something like that. but anywho, the security guard who was earlier massaging our shoulders told us we had to leave, so david said, no, these sexy arse bitches are with me, and we all left for the pub. Soon invites were had to the grand rapids, beers were spilt, cabs were shared, drinks were bought, library cards were compared. It was all coming up us. The Mess Hall suck. David was the shit. Chivalry and all that shit you dont see nowadays.
This is us enjoying a few words that Whirlwind Heat deliver us.
We are going to give you Saturday and onwards updates tomorrow, cos we are going to go and continue getting drunk and watching xzibit do things like pimp rides.... or pimp us, whatever fancies him.
PEACE OUT LOVERS
BACON
We would like to let everyone know that our love/hate list goes in no particular order. But if we were going to have our love list in any such particular order rating from 1 - whatever, babyfirefly would definitely rate as our number 1 hottest bitch of all time. We didnt think we needed to mention this as it was quite obvious by the amount of love and attention we send your way... plus you love that chino shit, and that rates awful high.
Dear Bloggers,
So, we went to Sydney last Thursday. Turns out someone loves us and hooked us up with a night at the Novotel on Darling Harbour. The next day we hit the pub as early as we could be awake, and before we knew it we were drunk and squinting at old mate taniastrange and doctor phil. Poor old mate merc had to hear our drunken babble, which apparently had something to do with beer gardens vs "i didnt say that". Yes, we are that coherant when we are drank. Soon we napped, and then old mate woke us for our dinner date with Lindal. We had awesome vegan pizza and then burped a little, or a lot. We then went back to old mates and drank a lot more and tried to steal promo vinyls. It did not happen, so instead we stole shots of tequila. And that was just what one half of us did. The other half just sat there gagging in the gutter, saving her pineapple cos it looked so hot. But Lindals house offered all sorts of hang over cures. More beers were drank, tales were told and shots were had. We all then decided it was time to brave the rain and get a cab to the gig.
What can we say????? not a lot... WHIRLWIND HEAT!!!!!!!!!!
We love them, so should you. FUCK US!!! they were so good! better than you will ever be. Even better than we will ever be, and we are pretty fucken out there in the good area. What we werent told was that whirlwind heat did a secret show in sydney the week before.. but thats besides the point, cos we werent in sydney anywho.. But anyways, their set was awesome, we danced, we grooved, we put shit on artfag. and then she put shit on us putting shit on her.. so it was one massive circle. but it was hot none the less.
These boys are hot.. seriously hot. We honestly had to look away on their last song cos i think we were both about to cum. We both had to look at artfag to stop the embarrassment of what was about to happen. But then it was all over and old mates whirlwind heat told us to stick around cos there was going to be some sort of surprise at the end of the show. We arent about to let a tip from some hot boys go astray, so we stuck around. And what did they do? Whirlwind heat and the Mess hall went on stage together and went ahead and played 3 nirvana songs. Hot? HOT!!!!!!! We swayed and thrusted at the front. David thought we were shaking our heads, but we were infact shaking our groins, preparing ourselves for when they came offstage. and came they did. Or we did, i cant remember.
Here is a photo of them being far more hotter than you. They are hotter dances than you. WE WANT THEM IN A HARDCORE WAY. MORE THAN WE WANT EACH OTHER.
Thats not even the half of it. Soon old mate Dave was telling us how steve told him how we were doing some of the tour and how we are the greatest bitches alive.. or something like that. but anywho, the security guard who was earlier massaging our shoulders told us we had to leave, so david said, no, these sexy arse bitches are with me, and we all left for the pub. Soon invites were had to the grand rapids, beers were spilt, cabs were shared, drinks were bought, library cards were compared. It was all coming up us. The Mess Hall suck. David was the shit. Chivalry and all that shit you dont see nowadays.
This is us enjoying a few words that Whirlwind Heat deliver us.
We are going to give you Saturday and onwards updates tomorrow, cos we are going to go and continue getting drunk and watching xzibit do things like pimp rides.... or pimp us, whatever fancies him.
PEACE OUT LOVERS
BACON
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how did you go with old matey down in the corner of the screen? i bet johnny kept you warm on friday night.
so, with my beer tips, if i make enough in the first 2 nights, you may get a treat. lame, yes. but it'll keep me occupied. you'll have to see where i've commented if you want to spoil the surprise.
and post the rest of the shite. this news is old.
it would not be nice to have to rescue your holy arses from some people stalking them all the time. so i am grateful you pulled the picture down. as im sure they all pulled something back down...*holding belly*ha ha ha. i crack myself up. anyway now we can all imagine you guys as "fat vegans with tongue rings" and morphed faces again.
on a serioous note that would make it possible for you guys to appear in my dreams as there are never identifiable ones in any of mine.
back to this fun stuff. was this sign of yours written in red neon? i am deaf dumb blind and stupid at the moment. too much time with ones self tends to do that to you. ouch my hand hurts. i cut it on a bar on sunday night with some glass. right on the part where your hand rests while typing. ouchies!! *lowers voice* i was just pretending that hurt, i'm really quite tuff.
but i agree with merch, time for some new wacky, quacky, twisted and sordid.
beachball over and out.
ps - chivalry isn't dead. few women can handle it anyway. "treat 'em mean keep 'em keen" isn't a saying that came about for no reason. i'm going to shut my mouth now! that way i can't fit my other left foot in there too.