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Ferret Boy has now been lost to CIH but he sure went out with a bang!

Here are 3 of the Stallions in fine form.

Bye Bye CIH

The time has come, it's my last day at CIH.... finally... I'm moving on to the greener pastures of ...um... RWED i suppose I'd have to call it.

By no means does this signify the end of the stallions, it simply means we are diversifying. The way I see it, by having heads in so many different departments we are expanding our horizons.

The days at CIH will be missed.. playing mortal kombat all day, smoking in amenities, taking three hour lunch breaks to see movies, random wanderings.. all of these things I hold dear. I just hope that RWED will allow me the freedom that I've enjoyed here (very unlikely methinks).

So to all of you still stuck on the sinking ship that is CIH, I wish you the best. Hopefully one day they will realise the damage they are doing daily to their employees by being fuckheads.

One more thing, I need y'all to promise you'll all take care of the Manhattans (CIH Divas) in my absence, they are all so dear to me.

Lot or Not?

Originally, I'd planned to spend Saturday night in with some beer and TV which seemed like a great idea until I turn the TV on and the rugby's on (I know it's not very blokey, but frankly I've got better things to do than watch 150kg dudes with no necks running head on into each other). I persisted with the idea nonetheless, all the while messaging the other stallions that were in town and attempting to get them out. But alas to no avail. Just as I was giving up hope, Boris comes through in the clutch, he rings me tells me he's got tequila and he's coming round (yay!).
Over a few tequilas (and some morphine pills and some dexies), Boris and myself decided that despite the rest of the stallions reluctance, going out was a great idea, so we head off to Lot 33.
Going to Lot 33 sans pills is pretty non standard, but we gave it a shot and it turned out to be aiight. We drank, we sat, we drank, we sat and so forth as the night crept in to the wee hours.
As we sat in Lot, I started to realise similarities between the place and the rubgy field I'd been watching on TV earlier. Lot 33 was full-to-the-brim of meat heads.. Perhaps it had something with the rugby being on, I'm not sure (I've never been there in a state to notice much before), but it was seriously full of muscle bound dudes with spikey hair and polo shirts with their collars up.

....Not that there's anything wrong with that ;).

When did these guys start taking drugs? I always thought that they just sank piss and raped chicks for fun.. Did I miss a meeting?

Regardless, a great night was had by all.. We even had a bit of a dance, though I'm certain we were not as energetic on the floor as perhaps we would have been with pills in our bellies.

P.S I'm getting this shirt before I go back there. I wanna fit in.

uno due tre

thursday came early for a number of the stallions.

priviledges was calling at the grail and who were we to not pick up the phone!

after a fine hearty meal the boys headed to the always entertaining filthy mcfaddens for some cool glasses of pale.

the beer was plentiful as were the board games at which long dong kong seemed to master, while fist couldn't seem to take a trick, or tell the difference between green and blue for that matter.

debsie called for the scattegories but alas there was none to be found, most probably a good thing as scat and beer defintely not a good combo, perhaps next time though!

a little blank after that, the last thing this seedy stallion can remember is debsie revealing her 'female' side.

ps. it is only august but keep an eye out in your mailbox for an early xmas card, it seems this winter there are excess tomatoes in canberra and they need to be put to good use.

Three fucking runs...

How much agony do you want to put young stallions through??!

At least it was a great test match!

I can't report on the other stallions wkends, but LDK (myself) had a very, very good time in old canberra land.. I hope the rest of the stallions faired as well..

Keep on truckin'

P.S. Boobies!

Did I hear someone say PENDULUM?

Yes that's right folks, if you were at the fine venue of Toast (let's enjoy the last two months) then you would have seen some very sexy man biscuits running around off their heads enjoying the fine musical genre that is drum&bass..

While I personally don't remember much of the experience, Im sure fun was had by all. I do remember pinky swearing with the Stallions to visit the gym the next day, geez I must have been high. Cause we all know gym's are for losers!

And big props to Ferret Boy for finding my house keys. That could have spelt trouble..

P.S. For all those Boris fans out there, word on the street is he's back in the capital. It was a nice surprise as I sort of forgot about him hey. Im sure its just cause I have a bad short term memory though..