Fatlo.af

Let me tell you now.. this entire post is about the title, thats right drinking until you can drink no more, then drinking some more.

The reason for this post was the wonderful event many of us were at on Saturday night, Marty (the Moose’s) Bucks party.

The wonderful evening hosted at the Fox and Firkin had everything, good food, good company, nudity and of course beer.

Now for those of you who don’t know me I like beer. Infact I would go so far as to say I love beer, when you couple this with female nudity you are going to have a good night.

The evening began like many others before it with a couple of quiet drinks while discussing the state of the current election, what constitutes deep frying and can I have sauce with my pie (Track 1 on Neil’s upcoming album – One warm Stella, but more about that later).

We were then treated to a lovely dance routine by a georgeous woman who got so excited she took off all her clothes.. now none of us were expecting this and it came as quite a surprise.. honest!

By this stage the drinks were flowing with more pace and the world simply became more entertaining.. the palms at the back of the fox and firkin (now known as the urinal) are probably still suffering from toxic shock as we speak.

Then after many more soothing ales, one or two hearty laughs and Neil’s debut album now expanding to a 2 disk box set, we were again treated to yet more nudity of the female form when yet another “dancer” arrived.

Many comments were made at the quality of these ladies with comments like “fair unit”, “I can see her scars but don’t care” and
“please can we have another one” all being mentioned.

By this time much alcohol had been consumed, and the conversation had degenerated in to what was the biggest 6 you ever saw, Penis size and the quality of Gav’s sexual conquests.

It was at this point yours truly decided that if a beer is free you should drink it, regardless of its a warm stella. Now General Zord will stand up for me here when I say that one pint of warm stella was well and trully chugged, and so with the contents of the glass firmly entrenched in my bowels the night moved on.

We were excused (read forcibly removed) from the fox and firkin at just after 0100, and stumbled, skipped and ran to boganville (read the Tea Tree Gully Hotel).

There more alcohol was consumed until the final drinks at 0230.

I could of gone in to much more detail about the night but lets face it the unwritten law is what happens on the bucks night stays on the bucks night..

In closing congratulations to “The Moose” for his upcoming wedding, and for making it through his bucks party in one piece.