Yuta Tanarcolepsy

Lets start by looking at how lucky Cam is to not have his leg snapped in half right now...  He dropped in on this rail and as you can see above his leg went straight in between the two.  A few nice cuts and a very sore leg but nothing to write home about in the end.  But fucking close!!
Now back to the important stuff...  Yuta Tanarcolepsy!  Yuta has invented his own sleeping disorder!  Below we have some of the vital ingredients needed to bring on such a condition that even having the internationally renowned Morgan Campbell next to you on the couch don't mean shit...

Step One.  Get rad on your local spot whilst on your way to pick up weed.
Step Two.  Get so overwhelmed with the amount of food you eat that when you get home you can't even be fucked taken your leftovers off your fold up bike...
Step Three.  Probably the most important...  Rip down so many bongs that you have no other choice but to fall asleep wherever you sit down.  Look at that thing... Double chamber bro!

TA DA.   All the ingredients for High Japanese Pie.

The hardest part is telling whether he is in this condition or not... "Is he passed out on the couch... Is he just being Japanese?... It's hard to tell with those eyes!

Congratulations!

Looks like Wee Ginger Beard got himself married.  Good on ya Div.  And they did it at Washington St.
Ripping!!
 
Div fingering his last ring!
It's all good and well, but the thing that stokes me out the most is how cool this dog looks.  " Wooo... Did you guys just see that dog piss air, he is biting my shit, dawg... Woooof!!"

After Noonan!

Here is a little shout out to ol' Noonan.  Bloody impressed when I was walking down the street.  And some genius dropped this little burner on his dome below.  I have a feeling that it was Noonan himself. 
On a completely different note...  Mark Lording, Public Relations, has gay gnomes living in his front yard.  We caught them bumming and sucking each other orf right in the driveway.  Horny little fuckers.

Sales Rep of the Month!

Let's all hear it for Al Wilson everybody!  Clap at the picture on your computer screen and say "Good work son!"  He selling units down there at Vans quicker than a fat kid selling an apple and we just want to say...  "Good work son!"  Sales Rep of the Month.

It could have something to do with that second head sneaking out for breath on the left there, that looks.. a lot like Lorne!  Mmmm... double talking subliminal sales pitches?

Cool.  Good work son, again.

Good work son.

My First Tattoo.

Here is a little snap of Sheldon's ankle after being freshly ink doctored.  The doc reckons he is gonna pull through and he should just end up with a fresh burner on his leg. This one's for Mike i guess. RIP homie.

P.S.  This is not for Mike Martin.  All you fans out there getting worried can just relax.  He is still proudly representing his role as The Intern of the Committee.

What What!!

Let's start this off with this human below... HA HA HA! HE THINKS HE'S NOONAN!!!  BA HA HA HA!!  Close but no cigar, pal.

My documenting equipment is currently misplaced, so to keep this bloggy stone rolling I thought some posts of pre blog entertainment may sooth your souls...

We indulged in some Big Day Out festivities earlier in the year...

It got weird.  Standard.  

The A Team.... bringing their B game.
Arcade Fire were amazing.

This badarse below got up on the tent, stark naked.  In front of close to 30,000 peeps.  Throw praise to the man in huge quantities.  Rage Against The Machine were about to kick off and he provided the platinum selling entertainment.Nolan had the new Frameless Oakleys.  Some 2010 shit dropping right there.  Look how stylish they is!!

Later on at The Lucky Coq, Scoots thought he would try his lucky cock and strut around the pub in Justin's Australia underwear that he borrowed in the toilets!

And carried on the entertainment and some young lady's abode whilst they slept...

Perhaps the sketchy Mexican bartender had something to do with it?..

The following day, Nolan and I dressed up as afro american basketball players or "ballers" per say.  He was Vince Carter, I was obviously Shaquille O'Neal, he got the bag o' weed and I got the gat.  We got this Sunday afternoon on lock son!

Then the rest of the afternoon we spent trying to wash that crap off our faces... at Koonya in about 4ft shories.  Here is Brainjuice about to cop a sweet one on the dome and see the demise of his not so trusty inflatable device.

Bang!