Dear Mr DJ in your funky, backwards, wocka wocka cap at the local pub, I have a few little things to point out to you. Last Friday night, you totally lost out BIG time. You see this 40 something Mama was in ‘da house and ready to rip it with her posse. The entourage was…
girls weekend
BEACH. WINE. REPEAT
So I dug a large hole. I dressed in a suit and lay down in it. Manure was poured over me and I practised my meditation. It was titled, “Homage to my Father”. Yep. Right at that moment, upon over-hearing this sterling conversation, I knew that my weekend escape to Byron Bay had…
