ASS, TITTIES, ASS, TITTIES, ASS AND TITTIES.

The weekend just gone was fun and I really wasn't expecting it to be either. After the whole centre-stink debacle I ended up canceling my plans for a Sydney weekend, and called around friends to see what we could do on home soil... Ended up at the pub scoffing down SSB's (semillon sauvignon blancs darlink!)with the end result of this...



and this...



My friend Emma, dancing around hideously drunk to bad dance film clips with a leatherface mask on. It was pretty funny.

Sunday night was a surprise packet too as my friend Barney was in town to play a gig with that man who loves the ass AND the titties (and lets face it what man don't?) Mr DJ Assault.





There were free beers (Yeay, thanks Barney)and plenty of booty shaking, although word has it that a heap of girls came up to Assault during the night to inform him that they found his lyrics offensive... I'm so sorry ladies but if you don't like it, then why come???



I also got to catch up with my good friend Ko-Ko and we've organised to do an Op shop run tomorrow, I'm already praying to the God of cheap finds to smile upon us this day.. don't tell anyone but I'm having shopping withdrawals, its been nearly 2 months since I've made any substantial purchases... I'm having heart palpitations just thinking about it!

Funniest part of the night meanwhile? When we were walking back to the car and we saw this?



Um what's up doc???
Crazy Westpac fuckers.