Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
Those were Sid's words, I think he told Amanda (our workshop landlord) that about 3 times.
Amanda and Sid (and Lurker) ^
So our night started in the garage a.k.a Lucifer's cave with a flask of CC and a box of beer. Sid pointed out to me that if your aim is accurate enough, you can actually piss on the grass outside through a gap in the garage wall. I gave it a go and managed to spray Sid's scissor jack which he wasnt too pleased about "why'd you do that you racist" So Sid devised a clever Urinal shield, complete with fish oil treatment - Fish Oil is pretty much like wd40, makes anything brand new INSTANTLY. Including XR throttles. But fish oil smells pretty much as bad as youd expect oil extracted from fish to smell like...
Rufus Checking out Sid's potato bazooka. Luckily for us it still had a mouldy old potato jammed in the barrel, so Sid tried to fire it off with a breech full of black spraypaint. Turns out it aint the best explosive gas (nothing happened) so I chucked him my trust can of teflon spray and KABOOM BABY! The potato vapourised without a trace. Sid and I both agreed the potato probably accelerated to the point that it deformed spacetime and its particles shifted to a parallel dimension.
T White pointed out that WD40 actually stands for "water displacement 40th formula'
thanks T white!
Notice the jim beam can and the futuristic metallic gold bag he brought them in (at the bottom of the pic) So future Chic.
Amanda's party was awesome. balding old geezers with millionaire shirts, collars popped.
"What the hell are we doing here..."
"My influences would be Basinski, Blake, Xasthur... wait, are you even listening to me? DON'T YOU KNOW WHO I AM!?" (I love it how you can tell Rufus ain't goin NOWHERE with this Girl)
Cougar and Cub:
Sid looking for something to steal (or cups, can't remember, but he looks like a burglar)
It was someone's birthday and Rio Ferdinand showed up, or was it one of the backstreet boys? I cant tell. We all sang along being the polite gentlemen we are.
Rufus eating a wierd pizza bread thing post being denied from shitty viaduct bar (my fault, I'm a shitty wingman)
If you look closely you can see the blood on Ruf's shirt after crashing his BRAND NEW motorcycle. What a teenager.
Rufus' bike is now in quarantine. pending our judgement on when he is fit to ride it again.